MIRABEL POV.
I followed Silas into the dimly lit motel room, my arms crossed and my brain firing off every possible scenario of how this could go terribly wrong. Kidnapping? Murder? A dramatic, soap opera style confession? Knowing Silas, it could be any of the above.
He shut the door behind me, double checking the lock before turning to face me.
“There is no need to come here next time,” he said, voice low. “I won’t be here.”
I raised a brow. “So, what, you are just going to vanish into the night like some rogue spy?”
He let out a tired chuckle. “Something like that. I checked in under a false identity so I could talk to you without raising suspicions.”
How considerate.
He walked over to a small stove in the corner of the room and turned it on, the soft blue flames flickering to lif
