Zane's POV ~
Alfie's words warmed my heart somehow, even if just a little. But I couldn't allow myself to get too swept away. Sure, he said he'd protect me but I knew better. The real protection didn't come from sweet words or powerful arms. It came from me. If I wanted to survive in this place, I had to protect myself.
Just as Alfie and I turned to head toward the villa's grand entryway, a familiar voice called out.
"Where are you going, Zane?" Silas asked, concern etched into every line of his face as he approached us, carrying a woven basket in his hands. "Don't tell me you're going to bed already."
"Well, I am," I replied with a warm smile, trying to sound casual. "I've had enough spicy meat and strong drink for one night, so I figured it's time I retired."
Silas's lips curved downward into a small pout, his brows furrowing in protest. Honestly, the expression was kind of cute on him.
