Kai obeyed and lay down on the bed. It seemed Sylas wasn't interested in asking him to serve him, but he was still allowed to sleep on the bed.
That thought made Kai uncomfortable. He felt more and more useless as a slave. If things kept going like this, he would soon be discarded or sold, if anyone would even want to buy him.
Frustration kept Kai awake.
The rain began to ease, and Kai glanced at the sofa where Sylas was still sitting. The man looked calm as ever, doing who knows what.
Kai tried to close his eyes. The pillow smelled pleasant, and the bed was soft and comfortable, but he couldn't sleep peacefully. After tossing and turning to find a comfortable position, he curled up in the corner of the bed and eventually drifted off.
Sylas stared out at the wet balcony. The rain, carried by the wind, had sent droplets of water inside. But now it had stopped. He opened the balcony door slightly, letting the cool air into the room.
