THIRD PERSON POV.
Silas walked into the bathroom, his jaw tight as frustration and anger warred within him. He turned the faucet on and splashed cold water onto his face, letting it drip down his skin as he braced his hands against the sink. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him, eyes stormy with emotions he didn’t want to name.
He was furious—with himself, with the situation, with the way he had almost lost control in front of everyone. He knew better. He had spent enough time around Mirabel, pretending to be just her fake boyfriend, only to realize, somewhere along the way, that the feelings weren’t fake at all.
He had fallen for her. Hard.
And now, the thought of her belonging to someone else—three someone elses—made something ugly stir in his chest. He had tried to suppre
