The next day, Melchior was restless.
He paced his office back and forth—an unusual sight.
Sylene was missing again today.
When he finally returned, he kept talking about some hybrid he'd met earlier that noon. Praising him. Mentioning him far too much.
Who was this hybrid? Is it that Zephyr everyone mentioned?
Even Regulus looked wilted because he can't come.
A strange urgency crept into Melchior's chest—the uncomfortable feeling that his little bird might be snatched away by some dangerous snake… or something worse.
Where had Sylene gone?
The silver haired hybrid remained secretive, only saying that if Regulus met this hybrid, he'd like him too. He mentioned a mysterious base, fellow underground fighters who worked as security guards, and even said he'd found Ivan there.
