The storm weakens behind us, thunder rolling farther and farther away, but the tension doesn’t fade with it. Wet branches brush our shoulders as we move through the trees, the forest dim and heavy around us.
Silas follows close — until Ace stops.
So suddenly I nearly walk into him.
He turns toward me, and the look in his eyes that haven't cooled since the clearing. The glow is gone, but the anger underneath it hasn’t left.
His gaze hardly controlled.
“You don’t stay silent about that,” he says.
I don’t need to ask what he means.
The rain drips between us. “About what?”
His jaw tightens. “Don’t.”
The word is low.
“When he touched you.”
My chest pulls tight. “Ace—”
His hand comes up, gripping lightly but firmly at the back of my neck, thumb resting over his mark — not gentle, no
