A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Oliver sized up Silas, a slow, knowing smile curling at his lips-a smile that said he was always three steps ahead.

"You two seem pretty close, huh?" he remarked, that glint in his eyes as sharp as a knife. "You want to protect Calliope, don't you?"

He leaned in a little. "If you really care about her, shouldn't you be more willing to do what I say?"

Oliver let out a low chuckle, his tone almost casual. "Because if you don't, well, let's just say I can't promise she'll stay out of trouble. I could go after her anytime. You know what I'm capable of."

He could see Silas tense up, and Oliver almost enjoyed it. People with something to lose were always easier to control. Silas had a weakness, and Oliver intended to use it.

If Silas didn't care about anything, then Oliver would be out of options. But as it stood, Calliope was the perfect leverage, a stubborn one, sure, but still a means to an end.

Silas's face darkened. He looked at Oliver like he couldn't believe what he was hearing, jaw clenched so tight he could've cracked a walnut with his teeth.

So that's his game, Silas thought bitterly. He wants to use Callie against me. He tried to kill me as a kid, ruined my mother's life, and now he wants to drag Callie into it.

Silas glared daggers at Oliver.

For years, he'd kept his distance, honoring his mother's last wish that he stay out of Oliver's way. He'd thought if they both stayed in their own lanes, things could be peaceful. Clearly, he'd been wrong.

"Take a guess," Oliver said, his voice as silky and dangerous as a snake's. "If you do what I say, nothing will happen. But if you don't... well, you know me, Silas. I'm full of surprises."

Silas stared back, pure ice in his eyes. A silent war of wills, neither man willing to blink first.

Blythe, her voice gentle, almost pleading, broke the standoff. "Silas, maybe you should just listen to your dad, okay? He really does have your best interests at heart."

than

then turned on his heel and walked away, not sparing Oliver

be looking for him. If she didn't see him soon, she'd start to worry, and he

her lip, watching Silas

It was obvious where he was going. So he really does care about her, she thought with a frown. She'd

of Calliope would be a piece of cake. Now, she realized

"Mr. Myers, it looks like getting Silas to do what you want is going to take more time. That woman... she's the

as cold as a winter's night.

a whisper. "We need to find a way to

her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Without Calliope, Silas would be so

no idea any of this was going on. She didn't even notice when Silas slipped away. The show they'd just

smile curling at his lips-a smile that said he was always three steps

two seem pretty close, huh?" he remarked, that glint in his eyes as sharp as a knife.

leaned in a little. "If you really care about her, shouldn't you

don't, well, let's just say I

see Silas tense up, and Oliver almost enjoyed it. People with something to lose were always easier to control. Silas had a weakness, and

would be out of options. But as it stood, Calliope was the perfect leverage, a stubborn one, sure, but still a means to an

face darkened. He looked at Oliver like he couldn't believe what he was hearing, jaw clenched so tight

me. He tried to kill me as a kid, ruined my mother's life, and now

glared daggers

mother's last wish that he stay out of Oliver's way. He'd thought if they both