"I go by many names! But for now, you may call me…"
He paused, then grinned.
"Silas."
Silas.
The name meant nothing to Liam. It wasn't a name from his past life.
Still, something about it didn't sit right with him.
Liam narrowed his eyes.
"What do you want?"
Silas let out a small, eerie laugh.
"Me? Want something? Oh, Liam, you wound me." He placed a hand on his chest, mockingly dramatic. "I just wanted to say hello. After all, it's not every day you find someone who has lived twice."
Liam felt his stomach drop.
That was it. That was the confirmation.
This thing—Silas—knew.
He knew about Liam's past.
Asger snarled, stepping between Liam and Silas. His body pulsed with contained magic, his sharp nails twitching as if ready to strike.
"Liam! This thing is not human."
He said again, his voice more urgent.
Liam already knew that.
His instincts screamed at him to attack, to erase this thing before it could do something dangerous.
And yet…
