NovelHubChapter 340
203. CHANGING THE RULES
SIGRID
As | was buttoning up my pants, Silas returned, and | was grateful
he gavemy space.
“Everything alright out there? No trouble?” | asked, sitting at the
table.
“No, my lady. Most of the guests have already left or are still
asleep,” he replied, about to empty the water from the tub.
“Leave that for the innkeeper. Ceat; | was planning to stay
longer, but | can’t. We need to head back today,” | said, not
bothering to explain.
Iwas frustrated; I'd wasted money on something | wasn’t
interested in and couldn't even see my great-uncle.
But I couldn't stick around with this unusual situation in Electra’s
body.
“What are you waiting for?” | was spreading jelly on a slice of
bread when | turned my head and saw him standing beside me.
“... Pm waiting for you to finish so | can eat the leftovers,” he
answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But his
eyes kept darting toward the food, and | could see the ravenous
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthunger in them.
lwanted to huff in annoyance.
Honestly, following all these inhuman rules was exhausting.
“You can eat. You don’t need to wait forto finish to pick at
leftovers. Con, take whatever you want, there's enough for
both of us,” | pointed at the bread with the tip of the knife, taking
abite from my slice.
Slowly, ahand with rough fingers covered in smalll scars reached
out for the bread and took a torn piece.
| thought he’d sit down and start eating —men are like bottomless
pits, and he clearly needed food.
His clothes hung loosely on him; still, he stood there like a statue,
just chewing in silence.
“What now? You're makingnervous. Sit down already, come
on, I don’t have tto waste.”
“at the stable as your ladyship?” he asked, looking atlike
T'd grown two heads.
Right, that other rule—slaves don’t sit at the stable as their
masters.
“Yes, Silas, at the stable. Forget who we are for a second,
alright? There's no one else here, and I'm in a hurry. If you pass.
out from hunger while riding, 1'll leave you behind!”
| spoke sharply, trying to regain sof that bad-ass facade that
was slipping more and more each day.
In the end, he dragged the chair and sat down.
At first, he kept reaching for food while watching my reaction,
going so slow that | ended up serving him a plate stacked with
slices and pouring him a glass of milk.
Insilence, the only sounds were our chewing and the low growls of
his stomach devouring the food.
Despite the quiet, it wasn’t uncomfortable
Silas was a person full of darkness and hatred—I could feel it. But
I've always been drawn to the macabre, the strange, the shadows
everyone else rejects. They fascinate me.
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We gathered our things from the room and headed down to the
reception to pay for the night.
“Cover yourself well, despite the camouflage spell | cast on you,” |
warned, making sure his features were hidden under the cloak.
The place was full of guests coming and going, all kinds of
supernatural creatures.
Electra was a well-known figure, so when | saw a group of witches
coming down from the second floor, | grabbed Silas by the arm
and practically dragged us out to the stables where the horse was
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“Con, Silas, get on,” | extended my hand, and this time, he
took it with more confidence.
He went straight for my waist, and holding the reins, | spurred the
black stallion into a gallop out of the stables toward the road.
‘The city hadn't fully woken yet; the streets were less crowded, so
we made it through the gates quickly.
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