Silas's POV
I don't know what he was doing there, but seeing him, I felt strange, like I can't tell if he's following me. First in the restaurant, then he came to the carriage, and now, he's inside the palace.
"Silas, we meet again," he said, but I barely replied to him. I was only staring at him. Of course, he seemed happy to see me, but I was not.
"Are you following me or something? If not, then how come you are also here?"
"Silas, do you know this alpha?" Orian asked.
"Yeah, I met him in the main city. He was sitting ahead of me and came to my table while I was eating, and before that, I met him at Lysander's birthday party."
Orian nodded, but then he glared at that alpha, because, of course, anyone can get angry if they hear that this guy was there, and now here too!
"Look, I'm not following you or anything like that. Just hear me out," he explained.
"It's just that I have some work with His Highness Damon. That's why I am here. I have an appointment with him."
