Chapter 146 A Proposal Without A Contract

Silas stood at the threshold of the hospital's glass doors, a man reborn in the most brutal way. The cold spring air sliced across his skin, but he inhaled like it was the first breath he’d taken in years. His tailored coat hung loose on his frame, weeks in a hospital bed had hollowed him out. Still, the steel in his gaze hadn’t dulled. If anything, it burned brighter, sharper. Beneath the coat, bandages clung to his ribs like a second skin, reminders of a war fought not just with bullets, but secrets. His driver approached, but Silas waved him off with a flick of his fingers. Tonight was not for protocol.