Before I could get all the way out, Sylvia pulled me back in. “You’ll have to ask Silango yourself,” she whispered. I shot a panicked look to Marcus, but he already had his back to me. “What do I say?” I asked Sylvia. She shook her head. “It isn’t going to matter what you say.” “What?” “Come on, we’re here,” Marcus ordered from outside the carriage. Sylvia let go of my arm and followed me onto the street. Marcus glared at her with a dark look. I flinched back in fear, but Sylvia just met his glare head on. “Hey,” David cut them off from their silent battle, “let’s go in.” He gave me a halfhearted smile and led the way up to the large doors. The door opened before David could knock on it. The others had already steeled their expressions and so I was the only one looking nervous when we entered the grand house. I kept my hands hung at my side, but only with extreme determination. It seemed more natural to have them wrapped around me in a protective cocoon.
