Chapter 25

Syria’s POV

When I got back home, I made sure no one saw me sneaking in—especially the guards.

If they found out I was late, I’d be punished again.

My ears twitched at the faintest sounds—footsteps, breaths, and heartbeats.

I held my breath as I slipped through the large front doors of the mansion, silently hoping no one would be lurking around.

But just as I stepped inside, someone yanked my hair hard from behind.

“Ah!” I gasped, eyes widening in shock. “What the hell—?!”

“You!” a familiar