Page 188 of The Sins of Silas

“Igon told me.”

I scoffed again. “The seer who misleads you for the sake of destiny?”

Torrin's brows knitted.

“How do you know it's not a lie?” Ioppugned. “How do you know you aren't being misguided? Is there really any proof such a bond exists?”

Torrin's eyes flared as if he'd never considered such a thing.

“That's the difference between you and me, Torrin.” I sheathed my blade, backing away toward the door. “I wouldn't give a damn if she was my Soul-Tie or not. None of that bullshit wouldeverkeep me away.”

I turned, grasped the knob, and rotated it.

“Not even your wife?”

I froze, my voice dropping. “What did you say?”

At his silence, I turned back, meeting his sneer.

“The only reason I am married to her is becauseyoutook Lena away from me. Because you all made me believe she was dead,” I spat. All sympathy for Torrin was out the window now. “Don't youdarefucking judge me for the mess we've found ourselves in.”

And with those final words, I left, slamming the door behind me.

I was bleeding with rage as I made my way over to Lena's room. It was late, but try as I might to get Torrin's words out of my head, they wouldn't cease.

I was pissed. She was crying because Torrin set a boundary with her. She was crying because she wantedhim.

She had already told me Roland satisfied her better than I had, and if she was this worked up about Torrin…

I released a breath as I stood at herdoor.

Calm down. Just talk to her.

I knocked, and after a few seconds, I was greeted by a messy bun and bright green eyes.

“Silas—what are you doing here?”

“Let me in,” I demanded.

She blinked but stepped aside, allowing me into her room. I slowly closed the door behind us, locking it shut.

Her eyes went to the doorknob. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” she asked, studying me with worry.

I took in a shaky breath, appreciating just how beautiful she looked. I always loved when she'd throw her hair up when we trained together. And with the silk robe she wore, highlighting her sensuous curves…

I cleared my throat, my anger rising. I hated the power she had over me.

“I know about Roland,” I said with deathly calm. “About Torrin. Everything.”

She stilled, her eyes going wide and eyebrows knitting. We just stood there in silence for a moment.

I was furious. It was still taking every bit of my strength not to go back and bust Torrin’s face in. To not kill Roland.

“And?” she prompted, her lip curling with her words. “Are you here to judge me?”

“What should I presume when given that information?”

She scoffed incredulously, then turned away, crossing her arms.

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