Chapter 17

At the breakfast table, Calliope glanced at Silas, words hanging on the tip of her tongue.

“If you’ve got something to say, just say it. I don’t bite,” Silas remarked, his eyes lifting slightly with a hint of mischief. “Treat me like you would anyone else.”

“It’s not that I’m afraid of you…” Calliope raised her head. “It’s just—I’m not quite used to it yet.”

“You’ll get used to it in time,” Silas assured her. “Let’s have breakfast first. Afterward, I’ll introduce you to a few people.”

“Okay,” Calliope mumbled, focusing on her breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup.

Silas watched her with a gentle patience, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He would help her adjust. Slowly but surely, she would come to know him better. This time, he wouldn’t let her slip away.

After breakfast, Calliope was led out to the courtyard outside the main house. To her surprise, she found a group of people already gathered there.

“Morning, ma’am!”

Calliope froze. She had heard whispers about the people who resided in Myers Manor—expert hackers, lethal martial artists, and fiercely loyal subordinates who had been with Silas for years.

She had assumed these people were part of Silas’s secret world, and she never expected him to introduce her to them so openly.

“Go ahead, introduce yourselves to the lady,” Silas instructed, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group.

“Good day, ma’am. I’m Damien, head of security. These men behind me make up our bodyguard team,” Damien spoke up first.

Calliope’s gaze flicked to the squad standing at attention, each one looked battle-hardened, their presence exuding raw capability.

“Damien is a former world martial arts champion,” Silas added. “His combat skills and marksmanship are second to none. He oversees the security of Myers Manor and ensures my safety. All the bodyguards are under his command. If you need anything, just let him know.”

“Ma’am, I’m York, a hacker, and not to brag, but I’m the best in the business. I’ve been working with Mr. Myers for a while now. If you run into any tech troubles, feel free to ask me,” York introduced himself, standing next to Damien.

“Good day, ma’am. I’m Galen, a general practitioner. I can handle most medical concerns you might have. If you ever feel under the weather, I’m here to help.”

Silas glanced at Galen and interjected, “She won’t be needing you.”

Calliope shot Silas a curious look.

What did he mean by that?

Not many knew she was the last apprentice of a legendary healer, and ever since that incident, she hadn’t practiced medicine.

How could Silas possibly be aware of this?

One by one, Silas’s team introduced themselves. They were all top-tier experts in their fields.

Calliope didn’t mind getting to know them. She figured there might be opportunities to learn from each other.

After the introductions, they exchanged contact information.

“Alright, you can all go now,” Silas said, ushering them away.

“They’re all at your disposal. Your command is as good as mine, and they’ll follow your lead.”

“Uh… thanks,” Calliope stammered, not quite sure what to say.

“There’s no need to be so formal with me,” Silas said softly. “You’re my wife now, and I’ll make sure to take good care of you.”

Calliope looked up at Silas, her eyes meeting his.