Silas's POV
"I will also go with Velrik. If you're ready, then I'll send him."
Of course, my condition was that because who knows what might happen or what they might do. Just in case, I'll be there for him.
But as I spoke, my eyes darted to the soldiers—their faces told me I had struck a nerve. They were glancing at each other, and sweat was forming on their foreheads.
"But what if you come between their procedure?" Damon asked.
"What kind of procedure are they going to do that I'd end up meddling in, Mr. Damon? If this is safe for the kid, then why are you telling me not to interfere? We should go and see what kind of procedure this is."
"Okay."
As soon as I heard Damon agree, I was like, really? I wasn't expecting him to say yes, considering how he had been refusing and glaring at both me and the kid. It was unexpected.
Just then, a soldier standing behind everyone took two steps forward. He still didn't fully step out from behind the others and said,
