Waking up to my sin
"Why is his hand on you like that? Why are you looking at him that way?"
Silas stood up, adjusting his French cuffs with a smug, oily grin that didn't reach his glacial eyes. "Don't be provincial, Malakai. We’ve been over this before. In our circle, in the world the Vanes built, we don't suffer from the petty, restrictive jealousies of the middle class. We are beyond their morality."
Sienna rose from the chaise and walked over to me, her cloying jasmine perfume filling my lungs until I felt lightheaded and dizzy. She wrapped her slender arms around my waist, looking up at me with those sea-colored eyes that seemed to shift between blue and gray.