Page 34 of Rising Luna
I felt they were talking to each other when talking through the bonds.
Yeah. He is taking care of me.
Good,they said in unison.
I bit my lip as I waited for them to say something else. Silas turned off the shower behind me, and I heard his footsteps before he came into view. A towel around his waist and the smell of bergamot entangled with his sweet and spicy scent had my mouth watering as he lowered himself to be eye level with me.
"I'm going to assume you've contacted your mates."
I bit my lip as I tried to decipher his tone. Was that sadness? Did he hope I would have kept them out of this and stayed here tonight?
"Yeah. I had to. They were looking for me."
He sighed. "Well, nice knowing you."
I lifted my brows at him. "What do you mean?"
"Like they aren't about to rip open the door to my room and then rip me to shreds for touching you."
Would they? I couldn’t decipher whether their fury was directed at my relationship with Silas. Both of them had wanted Silas hurt or dead when he first arrived here. After Jackson hadhis time fighting Silas on the mats, he had softened a bit toward my ex-mate. I wasn't sure if I wanted to come around to Silas yet, and Hunter seemed keen on keeping his distance, too.
But how could I after today?
Are you two mad at me?
I waited for their response, and with each second that passed with silence, I felt like I wanted to burst. How could I recover from this if my mates hate me because of this? It wasn't a mistake. I could feel that in my bones. I may not like Silas right now, but if I wasn't supposed to spend this moment with him, the Great Moon wouldn't have put me in this position. I still wanted to smack him for everything he put me through, but it was much harder to feel hatred toward him right now.
No, love. We aren’t mad at you. We are so relieved and grateful he was there for you. We can talk about this later.
The whoosh of air that left my lungs made Silas reach out to grab onto me as I slid down in the tub. The heat from his hands sent tingles between my legs, but I couldn't focus on that right now. I slapped his hand away, more so I could keep the desire of repeating what happened all day until the morning rolled around.
But the look on Silas's face broke my heart.
It looked like I had given him all the hope in the world that I would forgive him entirely after today. I held in my breath as I stared into his eyes. He blinked, and the sadness disappeared from them. But I know what I saw.
"Let me clean you up. Why don't you ask your mates to bring you clothes so my scent isn't on them?" He moved to stand up, but I caught his wrist.
"They will not come kill you or anything."
"Good to know." He still moved away from me.
I heard him go into the shower again, and he returned with a loofah in his hand. He stopped before the tub and then looked back at me.
"Would you like to take a shower yourself? Or would you like to stay in the tub?"
Silas returned to the state of hating himself for his mistakes against me. I watched the confidence he had in the bedroom fly out the window. He truly regretted what he had done to me, and I could see it all in his posture and face right now, with his shoulders sagged and his eyes not quite meeting mine.
"They don't hate you either, Silas. They understand you were there for me in a time of need, that you took care of me."
This time he looked right at me, and his face told me everything. The relief he felt, how he hoped this meant there wouldn't be a hostile reaction to him when he saw them next, and how much he needed to hear those words from me, but the most prominent emotion I could see in his face was a question he wanted to ask, but wasn't sure how to ask it.
I moved in the tub so I could sit up straight and held out my hand for him to take. For a moment I thought he wouldn't but then felt his clasp mine. He kneeled down so he could be level with me again, and took a deep breath.
"I don't hate you either, Silas. I want to, but I can't seem to hold on to that hatred." He let out the breath he’d been holding and bowed his head. "I'm still mad at you, but I don't think that will last much longer either. You are taking the right steps to make that anger disappear."
"I'm sorry, Dylan. I don't think I could say that enough."
I pressed a finger to his lips to make him stop talking. "I know. Thank you for getting me through my first heat. Not going to lie, I'm glad I was around you and not some rando around the school. From what I understand, it doesn't matter if you are mated or not, it will make all the males want you."
