SILAS POV
I had to pinch myself to check I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. That this was real. Finally.
It was a bit like having a deja-vu. But this time no-one would ruin it. The King was dead. The witch was dead too.
And the news of what my mate was capable of had spread loud and clear in half continent. No one would be enough of a fool and cross us in the near future.
I rubbed Helena’s feet a bit harder and she let out a little moan letting her head hang below the end of the couch. She was working on Trish’s Book cover. Apparently she got inspired by th shitshow that crashed onto our lives last week and had was now writing furiously.
And my beautiful, Smart, talented mate was sketching the male lead, which, looked a lot like me.
And I was f*****g ecstatic about it.
there was
