I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs still trembling from the heat he had pulled out of me and then left hanging.
The silence in the room was louder than the banging on the door had been. Silas stood by the window, his back to me, looking out at the campus like he owned every brick and blade of grass.
He didn't say anything for a long time. He just stood there, tall and perfect in his suit, while I sat there feeling like a mess. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, and the ache between my legs was becoming too much to simply ignore it.
"You look confused, Elena," he said, finally turning around. He didn't look angry anymore. He looked bored, which was somehow worse.
"I’m not confused," I snapped, trying to find some of my dignity. "I’m pissed off. You can't just walk in he
