The air in the living room felt like it had been turned into stone. Silas Hale stood by the open door while the rain misted behind him like a silver curtain; he didn’t look like a man who was almost a hundred years old. Instead, he resembled a statue made of ancient wood: thin, hard, and impossible to break. His eyes were not like Jason’s, for Jason’s eyes were full of heat and anger, whereas Silas’s eyes were like two pieces of glass at the bottom of a frozen lake. They saw everything, but they felt nothing.In the corner of the room, tucked away near the shadows of the dining table, Adrian sat perfectly still. His laptop was still open, but the screen was dark; he knew that any move he made would be watched. Silas had already shown that he owned the guards, the house, and perhaps even the very air they were breathing.Silas was talking to Samantha in a low, smooth hum. He spoke about "future" and "legacy" as if he were describing a garden he planned to plant; he didn't seem to care
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