Page 115 of The Sins of Silas

And that kiss…how was I supposed to get that kiss out of my head? Will he remember it?

Silas’s eyes slowly opened, and I carefully removed my hand from his cheek. A wave of relief washed over me when I saw that his irises were back to their captivating golden hue.

I gave him a small smile. “Hey.”

He didn’t respond; he just stared at me with a frown that increasingly became more fearful.

My smile faltered. “It’s over. You shouldn’t have any more hallucinations.”

Still no response, those golden eyes just shifting between mine.

“Silas—”

“Leave.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I want you to leave,” he replied hoarsely, a wince on his face.

“Leave…? Leave this tent, or—”

“The tent. Leave the tent.”

I bit down on my lip in an attempt to harbor my emotions. “Very well,” I whispered. I stood, and when I tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes were cast downward. “Can I get you anything? Water?”

The muscles in his jaw feathered. “Have someone else bring some.”

My heart sank, and I twistedmy head away before the burning in my eyes caused tears to pour out.

What did I do?

I halted with the tent fabric in my hand, about to exit. I peeked over my shoulder at him. “Silas, I don't actually know where the Weapon is. I hope you know that. I just said that shit to get him to stop hurting you.”

He wouldn't look at me. “Leave.”

I dragged my teeth against my lip, biting down hard enough that the slight pain pulled me out of my head.

I exited, striding toward Era. I was sure that was who he wished for. I was sure that's who his words were for.

She was sitting beside Merrick, the two of them in the middle of a conversation—a serious one, it seemed, as they both wore frowns on their faces.

Merrick looked over first, and then Era's brown eyes anxiously went to mine as she scooted away from him.

“How is he?” she asked.

“He’s back to his old grumpy self. He’d like some water.”

Era nodded, arms wrapping around herself as she ambled toward the tent.

As she left, I replaced her spot, sitting next to Merrick, covering my face.

“That bad, huh?” he asked.

“He couldn’t even look at me after,” I muttered.

“I’m sure he just needs time to adjust. He’s been through a lot of trauma and just had to relive it. Who knows what exactly he saw.”

I let my hands fall away from myface, and I studied my friend, his head resting against the tree trunk, his silver hair tied in a low bun. His jaw was set, surely thinking about his sister. “How’s El?”

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