Silas’s P.O.V
“And two, you seem to know your way around. Just now, you knew where I got the food from just by tasting it.”
Her voice turned thoughtful and she had this faraway look on her face that I could not read. But it was gone before I could think too much about it, and she snapped back to attention as if she did not just go somewhere else with her mind. “Is that enough psychoanalysis for you, Sam?”
She did not lie; she truly was adept at reading people, but she did not need to know that, or else she would only find herself pulling closer and closer toward me. “Yeah, that’s enough,” was all I said in response, ignoring the way she was clearly expecting me to either validate or refute what she just concluded about me.
“Well?” she prompted when I did not say anything else. “Was I
