Silas’s P.O.V
I awoke when I sensed that enticing smell of jasmine and roses again. I did not rise from my sleep so easily and without protest often, but the scent must have done something to my short temper because not once did I feel impatience bubble up inside me even though I still longed for more rest.
She was back, and she brought food with her.
“Hey,” she said, closing the door behind her. “I got you some food, though I don’t know whether this is to your liking. I think it tasted good.” She crossed the distance from the front door to the living room and placed the bag of food on the table. I sat up from my reclining position on the couch and watched as she took a seat on the adjacent chair.
It was like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Either that or she simply cared about
