I finish the first bar, folding its wrap and tucking it into my pockets to dispose of later. The doors suddenly fly wide open, slamming against the walls.
I feel scared shitless, getting into a defense position by impulse. My wolf suddenly jumps happily, like she already knows who it is from the scent.
I’m standing there on the rooftop, face-to-face with Silas.
“W-What are you doing here?” I stutter, still recovering from the abrupt surprise.
He’s staring me down intensely like he always does, and I have an urge to cover myself up again, except I’m already covered up in my clothes.
“I didn’t see you in the Cafeteria.”
“No s**t, Sherlock. That’s because I turned down your request, remember?”
Did he remember, or did he choose to ignore what I said and just go straight to expecting me
