While twirling a glass of red wine, Silas had a stiff expression while sitting on the couch in the living room. His cold onyx eyes glanced at the wall clock and noticed it was already 7 pm, past evening.
“Seems like both of them are together outside.”
The low, hoarse voice made Silas wince and glimpse behind. Wearing nothing more than a blue bathrobe, Cassius walked toward him while rubbing his wet brown hair with a small towel.
As Cassius got close, Silas stared at him. Paler than usual and with unusually crimson red lips, Cassius had dark circles beneath his large eyes.
But at that moment, Silas observed a strange sight. He noticed Cassius’s reflection didn’t fall on the wall mirror at the center of the hall room, which made him more concerned.
“Hey,” Silas mumbled in a cold yet stiff tone before he put the wine glass on the table. “Are you okay, Cassius? Didn’t you notice your reflection is missing from the mirror?”