*Includes last chapter recap*
Silas holds my wrist and pulls me out of the room, dragging me through a hallway. A different - almost scary kind of tension rolls off his shoulders. "I don't like wanderers."
"I don't like you."
His eyes narrow on me. It takes me a second to see the blood on the fist he's wrapped around my arm.
Its freshly wet, dark red and so close to staining my white jacket. I gulp hard, only wondering what he's just done, but even that thought can't distract me from how relieved I am to see him.
When I stare at the blood, wondering who's it is he notices and releases me.
Once we get back to the lobby, he stops. "Where's Renzo." Silas says through his teeth, looking around like he'll strangle him. He wouldn't really do that, would he?
"I lost him."
Unpleased, his eyes stop on me before he gestures to the glass door leading outside. "Come on, lets go home."
"Don't you have to work?"
"My meeting ended short."
I looked to the ground. "You don't have anything else to do today?"
As he flexes his bloody fist, I'd assume he's still irritated from where he found me, but then he lets out a light breath. "It can wait. You eat anything yet?"
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I don't think I'd ever been in a ride this tense.
Silas's body heat is melting me into my seat, and he smells so good I could regrettably bury myself in the scent. We were going to Taco bell, or whatever that place is. Bianca recommended it saying its healthy for your gut.
Looking around at snowy downtown New York, my eyes wander to the rear mirror where they lock with his. I hold my breath. Wait a long second, before looking away.
"What's with the gear?" He finally breaks the silence, looking ahead.
"I'm protecting myself from getting ill." I glance his way, to his jacket less body. To the one hand on the steering wheel. "Unlike you."
"You don't think I feel cold?" He asks dryly, though he seems much more relaxed than a few minutes ago.
We stop at a red light as I fidget with the zip on my jacket. Unwillingly, my eyes dart to the X tattoo on side of his hand. "Someone who's coldblooded can't feel."
"Chiaro di luna." He mutters in a little dark laugh. "I can prove you wrong in a second."
"Go ahead."
He sticks his hand out, telling me to give mine. I swallow lightly, but give him my gloved hand. Eyes on mine, he tugs on the fabric at the end of my middle finger and slowly pulls it off,
What is he doing? Chopping my hand off?
My pulse shifts. Beating rapidly as his fingers slowly move beneath my palm. His hand is so warm, so large compared to mine. I almost can't believe the sensation in my bones as I stare fixedly at them.
He touches me like I'm an enigma to discover. Gently memorising the feel of my skin without pushing himself too far. Its like any more pressure and I'd break.
My entire body glows like an oven. As he pulls his hand away, I try hard not to rip off my gear. Lowering my hand, I keep quiet the rest of the way.
He's...soft. So very human.
Its all an act. My eyes narrow on him as the car starts moving again. "Why do you want to get revenge on Leone."
Disappointed I'd asked that question, his expression grows dull. "You've gotta stop with the nagging wife act."
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Deception
Romantizm"I don't want to eat." His eyes narrow a fraction of an inch, but at this point I don't even care if I piss off the great Cavallaro. Last night was hell enough, I'd like to see what else he can do with me. When he's done removing his watch, Silas s...
