章節 58: I Don’t Know What To Do…

The car was eerily quiet, save for Nathan's incoherent muttering as he slumped between Sylus and me in the back seat. His words were mostly gibberish, but one name kept slipping through his drunken haze.

"Lydia," he mumbled dreamily, his head rolling toward me before Sylus pushed him upright. "She… smelled like cinnamon and honey…"

I frowned. "Lydia? Who's Lydia?"

Nathan only let out a soft hum in response, his eyes fluttering shut as if the question had lulled him to sleep.

"Don't mind him," Sylus said, his voice calm as he adjusted the rearview mirror.

But I couldn't let it go. Something about the way Nathan said that name gnawed at me. "Sylus," I said sharply, my tone cutting through the stillness. "Why do the girls at Madam May's know you by name?"

He shot me a glance in the mirror, his expression infuriatingly neutral. "I could ask you the same thing, Freya. How do you know your way around a place like that?"