One day ago, when yer was running a background check on Silas, he found out that when he was offered the job of killing Orian, Silas was not in the pack—he was stuck in another pack.
That ant Silas was not the one who offered money to kill Orian. Soone else had given this order in Silas’s na.
Silas was shocked after hearing everything from yer. He was only thinking—who could be the person who had used his na to order Orian’s death?
Many nas popped into Silas’s mind. But he simply thought they wouldn’t do this, like Ciel. Why would he? He didn’t even know Orian. That left only one person—the one who had ordered Silas’s blood to be drawn.
"I know it wasn’t you who did this, but I still wanted to make sure. That’s why I asked if you hated Orian or not. Sorry about that, okay?"
yer apologized to Silas.
"No, it’s okay. It’s nothing. I didn’t feel bad at all."
"Sure enough, you didn’t feel bad, but look at your side. Your mate is glaring at right now, like he’ll kill any mont."
"Haha, of course not. This is just the way Theron looks at everyone. Don’t mind him."
Silas touched Theron’s hand, and as soon as he did. Theron also glanced at him after feeling the touch. Silas smiled at Theron, and he smiled back.
"Hey, you two, stop being lovey-dovey in front of . I’m an elite assassin—at least show so respect, will you?"
yer was feeling jealous seeing the two being lovey-dovey. Since Orian wasn’t there, he was feeling alone. But he didn’t know that this was also Silas and Theron’s first ti being lovey-dovey.
"Hey, don’t be cheeky. We weren’t being lovey-dovey," Theron said.
"Whatever. But I want to know—why is soone else using Silas’s na to kill Orian?"
How would Silas know why soone was using his na to kill Orian? Still, he tried to recall every person he had t in the Bloodfang Pack.
"Wait, why didn’t you kill Orian? Can you tell us? Because as an elite assassin, you never leave your target alive, do you?"
Theron asked because, of course, soone famous for killing wouldn’t just suddenly let their target go. It was totally confusing.
It wasn’t that Theron wasn’t happy hearing Orian was alive. He just wanted to question yer, that’s all.
"I took the contract because, yeah, I was going to kill him. But after eting him, I dropped the idea. Who would kill such a cutie? And first of all, I’m not sending him to those four brothers. You’re the second son of the Bloodfang Pack, right? You and your brother—I know how you treated Orian."
Silas’s eyes landed on Theron, and he was literally looking at him as if asking, Did you really treat Orian badly?
"What do you an? I never treated him badly, nor did any of my brothers or my parents."
"Really? Then what about your servants?"
"The servants also treated him nicely," Theron said confidently.
"You really don’t know how they used to treat Orian?"
Then, yer exposed the truth—how those servants were treating Orian, how they were controlling his life.
They didn’t let him eat what he wanted. They didn’t let him watch TV. They didn’t let him live like a normal boy, the way he wanted.
When Silas learned how difficult and hard his brother’s life was with those four, he regretted it. He had thought Orian was living well.
He had been happy just thinking about it. But he didn’t know what was really happening to Orian. And now that he knew, he was angry at himself. Why didn’t he asked Orian how he was living? Why didn’t he tell Orian they were brothers?
And Theron—he didn’t know anything about how the servants had been treating Orian. Because in front of the four brothers and their parents, those servants never mistreated Orian.
So of course, he didn’t know. And the four brothers weren’t free enough to check the caras all the ti.
There were only caras in the backyard, garden, and main hall—not in the whole mansion, to maintain so privacy.
Silas beca sad after knowing the truth. Theron and yer both noticed that Silas had beco upset.
"Shorty, what happened? Are you okay?"
"What do you think? How can I be okay after knowing what Orian has gone through?" Silas said.
"But what does it have to do with you? It’s not like he’s your family or sothing," yer comnted.
Silas thought for a while. Should he tell them the truth—that Orian was his twin brother?
After thinking for about five minutes, he finally mustered the courage to tell them. And in those five minutes, Theron’s attention never left Silas.
He was worried. What happened to Silas all of a sudden? Why did he go silent?
And yer was thinking, Is Silas ntally unstable?
After five minutes, Silas looked up. Both of their eyes were on him.
"Can I et Orian?"
"Hey, how can I trust you? Who knows—you might be the one who offered money to kill Orian."
"I said I didn’t. Just let et him. It’s urgent," Silas said.
"What urgent thing do you have? Don’t pretend in front of ."
Theron was getting angry at yer. Silas was asking nicely, but yer’s tone was getting rude. Theron didn’t like it when yer talked to Silas like that.
"Hey, didn’t you hear what he said? He didn’t offer money to kill Orian, and he wants to et him. It’s urgent. So take us to Orian right now."
"What? Do you think I’ll just listen to you?"
Hearing that, Theron leans back in the sofa and cross his legs.
"I think you’re forgetting sothing. I’m the master of Dark Valley. Do you want to ss with ?"
"Okay, okay, don’t show off. I’ll take you to et him."
yer already knew it wasn’t Silas who had offered the money to kill Orian. He was just teasing him.
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