Page 69 of The Sins of Silas

His fingers gripped my waist, just slightly, as his eyes fell to my lips.

I was on high alert, more than aware of his strong thigh pressing between my legs.

My heart rate sped up. Silas’s hands slowly slipped from my waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin of my hips, my thighs, through the slits in my dress.

Oh, Gods.

Goosebumps spread from the skin-to-skin contact. My chest was rising and falling, and I didn't even realize that my fingers had slidthrough the hair at his nape, my other hand now gliding down his bare chest.

His eyes shot to mine, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. But this moment only lasted a beat longer before his hands flew back to his sides, and I instantly withdrew my arms.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered, grasping my hand and pulling me from the crowd.

We pushed through the bodies, and I felt like I could finally take a small breath when we exited that area and made it back to the tent's entrance.

“I’m sorry, Silas…I didn’t mean to make it weird,” I insisted once we came to a halt.

He let go of my hand and ran his through his hair. “Lena…” He wet his lips, but as he opened his mouth to talk, Erabella, Elowen, and Merrick sauntered up to us.

Chapter Nineteen

MERRICK

“Well…that's not something you see every day,” Roland mumbled.

Indeed. Just as Dani had said, a woman with three large breasts and hair as black as night was on stage, waving at the crowd. To her right was a man even taller than Hendry. He had to have been at least eight feet tall. On his shoulder appeared to be a little girl…but also not. She wore a ruffly blue dress and a matching hat.

“The tall guy is Ren, and on his shoulder is Petal. She's actually twenty-seven years old.”

Edmund's jaw fell. “So, she shifts to be young?” he whispered.

Dani shook her head. “No. Petal and Ren are not Warlocks. They were just born that way.”

My gaze settled on Petal. She was teeny alright, around the size of a three-year-old.

“Ren is actually only twenty years old. He takes care of Petal like a brother,” Dani explained as she eyed the tall, strong man. He wore a sheer tank and tight pants, his feet bare as he roamed across the stage floor. People were waiting patiently to compare their heights to the ginger-haired man, girls ogling up at him.

“I've never seen a man taller than myself,” Hendry uttered. “He makesmefeel small.”

Roland shot him a devilish grin. “I dare you to go up there and compare.”

Hendry chuckled. “Fine. Come with me.”

Dani laughed as the two stepped in line, then started speaking to one of the workers. Leaving just Edmund and me.

“Do you see her?” Edmund whispered, pointing at something. I followed his gaze to a woman performing on the other side of the stage. A woman with a beard.

I slapped his hand down.

“Ouch,” he pouted.

“It's rude to point,” I hissed. “Didn't your mother teach you any manners?”

“Isn't the whole point of this to gawk at the people on stage?” he retorted. “I'm sure I'm not the only one who has pointed.”

I rolled my eyes, arms crossing over my chest. Just as Edmund went to continue, a couple of girls wandered up to him.

“Hi,” one said sheepishly, her friend next to her giggling as she covered her mouth.

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