Chapter 29

Syria’s POV

“Syria, make our guest feel at home. I’ll leave him in your care for now. Take him for a walk in the garden. I just need to finish something inside,” my uncle said with a nod in my direction.

I didn’t argue. I simply smiled, putting on my usual innocent expression. It was easier that way. No questions, no resistance.

“Let’s go,” I said, walking up to Draven.

I gently hooked my arm through his, pretending to be polite. It was what was expected of me, after all. Without another word,