He pauses. His jaw tightens.
"But it wasn't until I saw you with Izzy that it clicked."
"I was meant to save you from him."
"I knew he was fucking with Jenna."
"I know the Lionetti family."
I sit up too fast. Pain shoots through my ribs and I wince, but I ignore it.
"Why watch me?" I demand. My voice is sharper now. Confused. Frustrated.
"Why not just come talk to me?"
"If you know me so well, you should know I would sit and listen to what you had to say."
Silas sits up too. Slower. More controlled. He leans back against the headboard, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes.
"Did you listen to all of Cody's warnings about him when you started talking to him?" he asks.
The question hits me like a slap.
I freeze.
"How do you know about that?" I whisper. My heart is pounding now. "That was before I met you."
Silas's smirk returns. Faint. Almost apologetic.
"Do you really want to know?"
I stare at him, my mind racing.
How much does he know? How long has he been watching? How deep does this go?
I shake my head slowly.
"Not really," I mutter.
I look away. Down at my hands.
The guilt crashes over me like a wave.
"I feel terrible," I say quietly. My voice cracks. "Guilty."
"My friends are nowhere to be found."
"It's been days."
"And yet here I am, laid up with you, having sex like I really am on vacation."
Silas opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say anything, there's a hard knock at the door.
Loud. Urgent.
"SILAS!"
Jace's voice cuts through the room like a knife.
