Page 52 of The Addict

“Okay Noah, I don’t know what you’re up to, but open up the door.”

I ran a hand through my hair, thinking of a way to fix this. Silas crossed the room until we were within breathing space.

“Keep him at the door,” he said in a hushed tone.

I had an urge to ask why, and when Silas headed straight towards my balcony window, I did.

“The hell do you think you’re going to do?” I followed quickly behind him, speaking through clenched teeth.

Silas gestured his head towards the window and I stared at him as if he were sprouting flowers from his face.

“We’re on the third floor, are you crazy?” I hissed.

“Noah.” Damian’s stern tone was growing impatient.

“It was fun, Mr. Hansen,” Silas purred before snaking his arm around my waist, pulling me into him and brushing his lips against mine. His fingers lingered delicately around my throat, squeezing softly. “Maybe, we should do it again. I promise not to make you cry next time.”

He released me with a smile. I blinked, dazed, and took a few steps backward. I observed as he carefully opened the window, and stepped out onto the roof with ease. And then a second later he was gone. A dark angel disappearing on the cusp of sunset.

“Noah! What kinds of games are you playing? Open up this door, now!” Damian boomed, his fist hammering the wood relentlessly.

I flinched and rushed to the door, quickly unlocking it. “I’m coming.”

“What in the world is going on?” Damian asked, glancing over my shoulder into the bedroom.

I leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, occupying his view, and hoping to deter his interest away from coming inside. “Nothing.”

“What are you hiding?” he accused, his suspicion for me unwavering. “I was worried about you. You didn’t answer my calls.”

“I told you already, I was in the bathroom. What more do you need?”

I waited, nervously tapping my foot. I had no idea if he’d buy it or not, nor was I sure how to provide the excuse for Silas’s car.

Damian’s forehead wrinkled quizzically. “Why is your window open?”

Dammit.

“Fresh air.”

Damian glowered at me, his eyes boring down into my soul. He was good at that: psyching others out with his intimidating look. It had succeeded in breaking me many times before, but this time, I held my stature strong, my face emotionless.

“Move,” Damian finally said.

That’s when I broke. “What? Why? This is my room!” I braced against the door frame, unwilling to allow him entry.

”I said,” his face tilted down, angling deeper into my vision. “Move.”

Before I could speak, Damian bulldozed in with enough force to take out a crowd. I was flung into the hallway, and he slammed the door to my own room in my face, locking it behind himself.

All he had to look at was the soiled bed and I was totally fucked. There was nothing I could do or say now.

I slumped against the wall and waited silently in the lonely hall until Damian returned, his dark eyes gleaming angrily.

“Get your ass down stairs. Now.”

SILAS

I eased myself out of the third story window, figuring Noah would close it after me.