Silas let the stick fall from his hand, clattering on the desk. He leaned back in his chair and let out a low, drawn-out whistle, nodding with exaggerated approval. He smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. It was the kind of smile someone gave when they were mocking you.
"Very well then, take a seat…" his eyes rested on Serena. "…both of you."
Darius pulled out his seat and motioned to pull out Serena's chair, but she beat him to it. She sat down and placed her hands on the desk.
Serena kept her spine straight and looked Silas square in the eye. A hint of amusement flashed in his otherwise dull grey eyes.
"Just when I thought things in Ficus were getting dreary," Silas said with a hearty laugh, thudding his fist lightly against the arm of his chair.
Serena inhaled deeply through her nose and counted to three in her head. He screamed danger to her.
"Silas," Darius began, clearing his throat. "It has to do with Dawnbreak."
