Page 208 of The Sins of Silas

This was Celluna's temple, the Goddess of Love, but who knew what sacrifices had been made in their altar room?

Admittedly, I didn't know much about the Gods, just the basic stuff most people knew. Elowen was always far more intrigued by it all.

My nerves were also running rampant at the idea of Silas and Lena alone, considering the Prince was bound to discover what we did and probably try to kill me for it.

Torrin came to an abrupt stop, whirling around to me.

Shit!

I slapped my palm on myforehead. I forgot my mind-reading cousin was right beside me.

“What the hell did you do?” he demanded. “What happened?”

I winced, scrubbing at my face. “Lena came to my room the last night in Faltrun…hysterical.”

“What happened?”

“I don't think it's my business to say—”

Torrin gripped my robe, slamming me against the concrete wall. “What happened, Merrick?!”

“Fucking hell!” I shouted. “You and Silas are two peas in a pod, throwing people against walls when you're angry!”

His grip lessened, but he still held me. “Tell me, Merrick,” he pleaded.

“You know of her past with Silas.”

He shook his head, not understanding.

My shoulders slumped. “They…they had sex.”

His eyes sprang open just as he loosened a breath. He released the fabric of my robe, stumbling back and clenching his trembling fists.

His rage—his jealousy—overtook me.

“Torrin…I had no idea you felt so strongly for her,” I whispered.

“It doesn't matter,” he muttered, turning away to tread down the steps.

I staggered forward. “She had me erase her memories.”

He halted.

“You did what?” he asked quietly.

“She begged me to. It's not permanent, but she remembers no romantic interactions with him whatsoever.”

He whirled at me; his rage had never been more apparent. “How could you do that, Merrick? What the hell were you thinking?!”

I stood my ground. “You may be able to read her mind,” I said in a hushed tone, “but I’m the one who felt everything. I feltallof her suffering. I knew how unbearable it was for her. I wanted to help.”

“Erasing memories is not helpful! She needs to learn to work through it, not run from it.”

“I'm surprised this is something you don't want,” I commented, and a surge of anger went through him. “Without her tie to him, you and she—”

“This isn't about my wants.”

“It never is!” I cried. “I cannot think of a single instance where you have acted selfishly. Why not try?”

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