Elora POV
“Just let me hold you, you never let me touch you,” Silas whispers next to my ear, his face so close as he breathed in my scent. Yet I can’t relax, not in his arms, not near him at all. My body craves his touch, craves the feelings of the bond, yet my mind screamed that he would take my baby, that it was all a trick and would soon take the one thing that was truly mine, a literal piece of me, and he would soon take that as well.
Silas walks us up the stairs toward our bedroom. The sight of the door coming into view makes panic rise deep within my chest as my breathing increases, my chest rising and falling quicker.
“I won’t hurt you,” Silas tells me, and I pull my face back looking up at him. His face is so close that I become mesmerised by his beauty, the sharp line of his fa
