Sylas just stood there, listening to Vaelith speak, and thinking that she was speaking far too much… again.
But when he looked past her toward the golden walls, he saw something oddly interesting. This room blocked their sight from going on, but didn't stop others from looking in.
Had she spoken those words purposely, knowing others would hear? Probably not. Considering her disposition, if she wanted to make trouble for him, she would do it herself.
She was speaking simply because she was annoyed by his earlier reaction. But regardless of the reason, there was no doubt that she had made his life several times more difficult now.
What did it matter, though?
He turned his attention away from the wall and just calmly met her gaze, his expression so unreadable one would have thought he was deaf.
