I couldn’t focus. Not after Silas.
His name didn’t feel right, like something stuck in my chest. Even hours later, it still felt like he was in my head.
The worst part wasn’t the threat he made. It was how my blood reacted. It didn’t pull away in fear, it reached for him. It felt like it knew him… like it was welcoming him.
I paced my room again, my boots tapping against the floor. I ran my hands through my hair, pulling at it just to feel something real, anything but that strange feeling inside me.
“Why did it feel like that…?” I muttered. “Like I knew him.”
A sharp pulse ran through my body, so sudden my knees almost gave out. I grabbed my desk, gasping as my grip tightened. There it was again. The pressure. It wasn’t really pain—it felt like something too big was trying to break ou
