Chapter Forty-Eight: The Man Who Remembers Both Lives

"You weren't supposed to find that yet."

I stared at Silas.

He stood in the doorway, looking at my mother's letter as though it were something dangerous.

For once, he wasn't smiling.

Good.

I was tired of his smiles.

"Both lives," I said. "Explain."

Silas glanced at Rowan.

"This isn't something we should discuss here."

I moved toward the door.

"Then we can discuss it somewhere else. But you're not leaving until I get an answer."

He sighed.

"You're becoming remarkably difficult."

"I learned from