Silas flashed a wide, smug grin that seemed glued to his face, his hands casually tucked behind his back like a victorious ruler. There was a distinct air of satisfaction about him, as if he had been eagerly awaiting this moment.
"You made it home," Silas said, his voice laced with feigned innocence.
"Don’t get your hopes up. We’re leaving, and I’m taking them with me," I shot back, pointing firmly at Stefan, Jensen, and Saige, who stood bound and weary, their eyes darting between us, filled with a mix of hope and fear.
"That's not happening," the soldier interrupted, stepping forward with an authority that practically crackled in the air. "They broke the law and need to face the consequences."
I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism unmistakable. “I’m sorry, but who the hell are you again
