Sylvia wasn't stupid. Sheltered, yes—her life had always been wrapped in silk and whispers—but stupid? No, not in the slightest.
It was fine if she'd been fooled by Damon. It was alright if he had lied to her, if he had deceived her. She could live with that.
But she would not be made a fool of by someone else. Not again. Not so easily.
That's why she didn't sleep. Not a wink. Her eyes remained closed, yes—but her mind was alert. Waiting. Watching.
She didn't even know what time it was—truth be told, it was nearly impossible to tell in the Whispering Forest. Sure, she could've used her skill, but… it wasn't worth it. Not this time. Not after the last revelation.
She was already losing her sight.
Slowly, she lifted her head from the soft pillow, her breath calm but her body tense. Her neck turned slightly—just enough to glance at the bed beside hers.
Evangeline was already up, sword in hand. Of course she was.
