Page 81 of Savage Reign

“So soon?”

Silas turned back and looked at me. “Yes. Are you okay with that?”

The question was so out of the norm for him that a small giggle burst out of my throat. He looked at me questioningly.

“What would you do if I said no?” I asked.

He didn’t say anything for a beat. Then he shrugged, looking so much like the Silas I met in New Orleans that I was hit with the urge to kiss him.

“It wouldn’t matter. You belong to me. To us. And back home is where you belong. Not in shitty motels, hiding away from us.”

For a moment, I could only stare at him. Then, “You really hate the fact that I stayed in the motel, don’t you?”

He pulled me in closer with his arms. “Don’t fucking remind me of that place. It is taking everything in me not to go over there and burn the shit place to the ground.”

My eyebrows raised in surprise. Before I could say anything to that, he was kissing my neck. I let out a small sigh and leaned my head to the side, giving him better access.

Then my stomach grumbled, ruining the moment.

I felt him shaking against me as he laughed.

He pulled away. “Breakfast, angel.”

Leading me to what looked like a communal area in the suite, I could see a cart of food nearby. I sat down on the couch and Silas grabbed a plate, placing it on the coffee table in front of me. He pulled the cover off and revealed a plate of avocado toast with scrambled eggs on the side, along with some mixed berries and a small cup of yogurt.

“Your breakfast, m’lady,” he said, adopting a British accent.

I giggled, clapping my hands. Silas’ smile widened.

“It looks amazing.”

“I thought you might like that,” he said, grabbing a plate for himself and sitting beside me. I smiled shyly at him before digging in. We ate in silence, mostly because I was too busy focusing on the food.

After throwing up last night's dinner, I was hungry. I ate more than I usually did, and I finished my meal before Silas. He eyed me, looking impressed.

“All done?” he asked.

I nodded. He pulled the glass of orange juice closer to me. I smiled my thanks, slowly taking a sip of my drink while he worked on his food. The door clicked open, and Maverick and Killian walked in—Maverick in his usual black suit that molded to his huge form perfectly, and Killian in his usual dark jeans and fitted dark shirt and equally dark expression.

He softened slightly when he spotted me on the couch with Silas, and I smiled at him. He didn’t smile back at me, but I wasn’t offended. I was learning that was his usual look, and that was okay because he loved me.

Maverick was staring at me with that intense look in his eyes, as usual. Silas leaned closer to me and said softly, “Do you see it now?”

“See what?” I asked.

“How you’ve got my brothers and me in a fucking chokehold. How there is nothing you can do that would ever make our obsession with you go away. Do you see?”

I nodded, moisture entering my eyes. Yeah, I was beginning to see that.

I swallowed loudly.

“Good.” Silas pushed his plate and stood up, drawing everyone’s attention. “Is everything all set?”

Maverick nodded.

Silas smiled. “Good, ’cause I am so fucking ready to go home.” He turned to me. “And then me and you, angel. We have unfinished business.”

I blushed. The way he said it and the tone of his voice told me exactly what he meant byunfinished business. Hell.

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