The air in the warehouse was thick enough to choke on, the silence following Killian’s voice more violent than any punch Silas had thrown. Ivy was pinned, her wrists trapped in Silas’s rough, taped hands, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his chest that Killian was likely analyzing through the speaker with clinical precision.
Silas slowly leaned back, his gaze never leaving Ivy’s. He reached out and tapped the ‘end call’ button. The sudden absence of Killian’s voice felt like a physical weight lifting, yet the phantom of his words remained.
“He knows,” Ivy whispered, her voice trembling. “Silas, he knows I wasn’t alone.”
Silas didn't move. He didn't release her. He liked the way she looked right now—cheeks flushed from the mats, eyes wide with a mix of terror and a heat she c
