Silas pov

I was a man who felt nothing, yet thought everything.

“Silas, Silas. I’m bored. Play with me!”

Claude would say, sulking with boredom, lips pouting as he stared at me. But my eyes never left the book in my hands.

Play?

The word lingered in my mind as I processed it.

Nothing.

No flicker of excitement.

No spark of feeling.

Just… nothing.

“No. I’d rather read.”

I replied simply.

“Silas, let’s duel.”

Lucien would ask, cold eyes ...