I’m sat on the cold tile floor, huddled up, confused, angry, scared too. Is this why Silas took me? Is this why he targeted my family? He’d said he was going to kill them, was I just a happy accident to fall into his hands? A prize he couldn’t resist?
I think of Aeron, of Cain too. They obviously didn’t know about this but now I’ve somehow made myself even more desirable. Even more appealing to them both. I might as well hung a great big bow around me with the words ‘unwrap me’ scrawled across it. Fucking hell I’m an idiot. I need to keep my mouth shut. To not say anything else. To not reveal anything else because apparently every word that comes out of my mouth just lands me in more trouble, more danger.
I bury my face in my hands. I kissed him. I kissed Aeron. Sure, he initiated it but Jesus I wasn’t putting up any resistance. I can feel his tongue in my mouth, his hands on me. I feel myself flush at the memory. He’d felt so strong, so domineering. Silas had been domineering too.
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