That Silvanus had been thinking of Adriana nonstop was a troubling revelation. The simple explanation might be that he’d seen her in the dungeon and she had somehow imprinted on him. Or maybe it had something to do with the blood oath we’d sworn. There was another reason I couldn’t ignore. I couldn’t stop from wondering, once again, if this was all tied into my private curse. If I even had one at all. I still couldn’t tell what it was, or if I was simply unlucky.
