It's the longest few seconds of my life.
His lips move painfully slowly towards mine. In that second, I panic with varying emotions whirling within me, yet I am still unable to move or do anything.
A torch light suddenly flashes in our direction, and I regain control of my motor skills. I fly backwards, putting enough distance between us, but lose my balance in the protest. Luckily, he's still holding my arm, so his grip prevents me from hitting the hard ground.
"What are you two doing here?"
The voice sounds like one of our teachers. I'm unable to see the face because the torch flashes in my eye. I say nothing, trying to shield my eyes. However, Silas remains quiet next to me, his jaw ticking in slight irritation—unfazed by the bright lights in his eyes.
"Get back to the gathering ri
