Zoya’s P.O.V
“Sam, I-”
“I am not Sam,” he finally confessed. “My real name is Silas.”
The room was silent after the words of admission left his mouth, and his eyes searched mine, imploring, hoping to elicit a response, anything, just anything. Unfortunately for him, I simply did not know how to react to that; on the inside, a storm was already brewing in both my mind and my heart, but outwardly, I didn't know how to express what I felt. I already knew that Sam wasn't his real name, I had expected as much from a stranger, but coupled with the recent information he had just given me, I didn't know what to feel.
I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Was it guilt or shame? I couldn't quite tell. He looked down at his hands, clasping and unclasping them as if trying to find the right w
