Chapter Thirty

When I came to, woodsy oak and damp moss suffused my awareness, the incredible aroma gently tugging me from my sleep. I took in the dimly lit room from my horizontal position, comprehending that I was still in Silas’s bed as the hush reached my ears.

Silas was the first thing I saw, the easily distinguishable ink on his pectoral instantly informing me whose chest I was laying against, not that I really expected it to be someone else holding me so familiarly, and I swiftly ascertained that we were alone after lifting my head up slightly.

There was no way Katya hadn’t told Silas what we’d been conversing about, but I was grateful he hadn’t brought it up, all the same.

Neither one of us spoke, him encouraging me to relax against him once more with his soft but firm grip on my right shoulder.

I didn’t resist, already missing the warmth exuding from him. It wasn’t nearly as cold as it was above ground in this covert forest that I was lucky enough to experience, but I enjoyed his embrace