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Troy
“Come home with me.”
The demand whispered against Troy’s ear made him shiver as he gathered up Noah’s paperwork from their table. He filled his lungs with the subtle scent of Silas’s cologne, swallowed the rush of saliva coating his tongue, and shook his head even though the energy brushing over his skin enticed him to obey.
“Please, Troy,” Silas begged. “Let me explain—I can’t f*****g take this distance between us. I—I don’t feel comfortable with you so far away. I can’t keep an eye on you. Protect you.”
“Those acts of violence weren’t meant for me,” Troy said quietly without giving Silas his eyes. “Being close to you puts me in more danger than staying at my apartment.” He didn’t allow his tone to suggest he could be swayed or argued with, but Troy didn’t stick around to giv
