Page 169 of The Sins of Silas

“That fucking bastard,” I breathed, shaking my head and wrapping my arms around myself.

Torrin placed his hands on my shoulders, his scent reminding me of home as he stepped closer. “He wouldn’t do anything like that if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

“I am sick of this fate of the world bullshit,” I snapped.

“I found my parents, Lena.”

My rage instantly went out at Torrin’s broken smile.

“There is that, at least. It was not for nothing.”

My lip trembled, and I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, unable to keep my hands off of him. He held me back tightly.

“You need rest,” I whispered.

“Youneed rest,” he countered.

I tilted my head back, angling it up to see the corner of his lip raised. And, without thinking, I pressed my lips against his.

He drew away quickly, leaving my embrace. “Lena—no.” He shook his head, but his eyes flitted to my mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I winced. “I just…I can't stop thinking about the last time I saw you.”

He slowly blinked, his hand lifting to brush his thumb along my cheek.

I want to feel you again.

After hearing my thoughts, he cursed softly, pressing his lips to mine. Our mouths opened, and our tongues began to trace. He tasted like mint and whisky. Torrin ran a hand through my hair, his other gripping my ass. I ran my hands up his chest and cupped his face.

He pulled away just enough to get a word in. “Lena,” he panted.

Then the door opened. I whirled to see Roland gaping at us. I quickly fixed my hair, and Torrin cleared his throat and moved his hand away from my ass.

A smirk crept over Roland’s face. “Getting frisky without me, Ginger Snap?” he leaned against the doorway.

“My apologies—” Torrin began. What he didn't know was that as much as Roland and I cared for one another, what we had between us was simply for fun.

Roland held up a bottle of wine in his hand. “Who wants to get drunk?”

Between the three of us, we were on our fourth bottle of wine. Roland wished to celebrate our win, and considering we hadaccess to the royal cellars, we had a dangerous supply of alcohol. It was something worth celebrating, indeed. Still, my mind couldn’t escape the sight of so many lifeless faces.

I just wanted to drink and forget everything tonight.

After the battle, Silas wished to turn in early, understandably. We didn't speak after I gave him Saoirse's doll. The other couples, presumably, turned in as well. Roland wasn’t sure where Hendry went after their departure, but knowing him, he was probably off wooing some beautiful female. One of a more mature age.

My face felt flushed, and I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or the unbearable desire I felt watching both Roland and Torrin as the three of us played cards on the rug in front of the bed. I had slept with both of these men. And sitting here, watching both of them lounging, drunk and laughing, I found myself imagining taking them both at the same time.

I shifted in my spot on the floor.

Gods…am I a whore?

Torrin’s drunken eyes went to mine, and a smile crept over his face.

“Are you saying you want both of us, Lena?”

My eyes were about to bulge out of my head. I placed my hand of cards on the ground and sipped my drink.

Roland gave me a sideways grin, his elbow resting on his one raised knee, his cheek sitting on his fist. His stare slid to Torrin. “What just happened?”

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