“Yeah, absolutely.” His honey brown gaze darted to me. “You don’t mind, right?”
Yeah, actually, I do.
“Help yourself.”
He flashed me a smile before slipping past me.
I glanced back down the hall toward Silas’s room; it still remained dark and devoid of any semblance of life.
Well, fuck. Now what?
CHAPTER 15
Terran
I decidedthe best way through this was bare knuckling it and hoping Silas would come rescue me, eventually.
Until then, I’d dig up as much dirt on him as possible. After all, I had promised him I’d find it one way or another, even if neither of us had anticipated his friends being the source of those carefully kept details.
Who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
One that was so nicely served to me on a silver platter by the way of a friendly blabbermouth?
“So, you guys have known Silas for a long time?” I asked, leaning over the table to set down two plates of food, one stacked high with bacon and the other, a few sunny side eggs.
In the toaster, I had a few slices of bread going and another two eggs cracked into the used pan on the stove, cooking slowly into an omelet with some sprinklings of scallions, red peppers, and cheese I’d found already precut in the fridge after doing another sweep.
These two had already gone through one round of food and now we were on their second. Not surprising for two guys who had the bulky athletic builds I’d come to know well in the academy, given how well defined their muscles were under their coats.
Still wrapped up in the robe was making it a little difficult to remain modest while cooking and putting plates of food on the table. I was tempted to sneak off in the middle of courses to head back to Silas’s bedroom and slip into something with thicker fabric and had almost done so when I’d put on the second round of bacon.
The only thing stopping me was getting called out for it by Marlow, who seemed particularly keen to keep pointing out I was wearing something of Silas’s already. There was no way I was going to hear the end of it if I came out in a pair of sweats and a tee that were both two sizes too big and cuffed at the ankles.
While I wasn’t short by any means, right around Blake’s height if I had to take a wild guess, my body dwarfed in comparison to Silas who had a good four to five inches on me and long-limbed with legs for days.
“Oh yeah.” Marlow shoved a fork full of egg into his mouth while he spoke, nodding along while giving me a wink.
“He has, I haven’t,” Blake supplied for him. “I’m the newbie of the group.”
Group, huh?
So there weren’t just the two of them. There were more.
A group meant at least three to four, right?
How interesting.
And here I thought Silas was a diehard loner, not at all interested in human companionship outside of what was necessary to run a successful team at the hospital. He’d given offthat impression the first time we’d met and hadn’t deviated from it in my mind since.
Was that even true, though?
Guilt nagged at me slightly for misjudging him.
I knew better than to take things at face value. Not only from my training but from my years being seen as the kid with a bad home life and nothing else.
No one was who they seemed to be upon first glance. First impressions, while sometimes accurate, weren’t always as such. Taking how he acted in the hospital and in a professional setting and applying that to the outside world version of him wasn’t exactly fair.
Wasn’t I trying to get under his skin just last night to see who was hiding behind those steel walls?
