Sylvie stood at the base of the stairs, her eyes blazing with frustration and anger. I could barely believe she was here, her presence a sudden interruption in the tense moment. I stared at her in shock, my voice catching in my throat.
“Sylvie! What are you doing here? How did you—”
“Know you were coming?” she interrupted, her voice dripping with irritation. She raised her hand and showed me a thin, glowing thread that shimmered between us. “This,” she hissed, “this is how I knew. I knew something was up with you and Nicolai, and I knew how damn hard-headed you are. So, before we left Blackmoon, I made sure to activate this thread. And guess what? You didn’t disappoint, Felicity.”
My heart sank. She had been tracking me all along, and now, she was furious. “Sylvie… I—”
“I swear I’m goi
