NOAH POV.
Silas didn’t answer. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his fingers trembling slightly at his sides. I watched him, studying every flicker of emotion in his face—anger, frustration, desperation. He was holding something back. That much was obvious.
I exhaled quietly and stepped forward, letting my brothers’ tension crackle around us like a brewing storm. “Then prove it,” I repeated, my voice quieter this time, steadier.
Silas’s gaze snapped to mine. His jaw twitched. “I told you already—”
“Not good enough,” I cut him off. “You expect us to believe you had nothing to do with this? Fine. Then tell us who you were taking her to meet.”
His silence was deafening.
Damian tensed beside me, his patience nearly at its end, while Owen scoffed under his breath. I kept my focu
