His Holiday Prohibition
Then, he set the glass down on the side table with a deliberate thud.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked directly at me. Not at Chloe. At me.
"Yes," he said softly.
"Really?" Chloe asked, unaware of the growing tension in the air. "Like what? A private island? A spaceship?"
"Nothing that trivial," Silas murmured. His eyes were locked on mine, pinning me to the rug. "I want something... forbidden."
My breath hitched.
"Something that doesn't belong to me," he continued, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that clawed at my insides. "Something I should be protecting, but instead... I want to break it."