Silas’s P.O.V
I pressed my lips together as I anxiously awaited Zoya’s response, my eyes searching hers for any sign of belief or acceptance.
But instead of succumbing to my claim, a sudden burst of laughter erupted from deep within the woman, startling me. It started as a soft chuckle, barely audible, but soon transformed into unrestrained, hysterical laughter that echoed through the room, leaving me utterly confused and speechless.
Uh… is she okay? Was she hurt? Was something wrong with her?
My brows furrowed in concern, and I reached a hand out to comfort her — maybe she was just in shock. Maybe she just needed a hand to keep her steady, anchor her to reality.
The laughter poured out of Zoya like a torrential downpour, washing away the weight of the situation, the overwhelming di
