Drunk 1

I could argue that he didn't need to, but I kept my mouth shut and followed him. I didn't wante dto run into Edward again, and probably this was enough to make me seek comfort in his mere presence. I knew it wasn't my fault, but knowing Edward over years, I knew that idiot would probably blame me. He still doubts me, not that I minded, but he still thinks that my nature was to stay loyal to him. Always.

He walked slightly in front of me. We didn't talk, choose to make the journey in silence. The silence, however was chaotic. Not only Silas had saved me, he had partially seen me half-naked. The shivering thought made me tighten my hold onto the fabric of his coat. 

I eyed his back. His off-white shirt clung indecently to his torso, the material looked shiny. Probably silk. Moreover, I wasn't delusional to think that Silas wasn't a foe. Him saving me didn't meant that we were pals, and we would talk about our pasts but I was hopeful that