I woke up to sunlight and the feeling of being watched.
My eyes opened to find Silas propped up on one elbow, looking down at me. Behind me, Julian's arm was still draped over my waist, his breathing deep and even in sleep.
"Morning," Silas said quietly.
"Morning." My voice was rough with sleep. "How long have you been awake?"
"An hour. Maybe more. I was watching you sleep."
"That's not creepy at all."
He smiled. "You look different when you sleep. Younger. More innocent. It's easy to forget you're nineteen when you're awake. When you look at me with those eyes that have already seen too much."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Mine. Julian's. Your own, for being curious enough to walk into my office that first night." His hand traced my jawline. "But I'm not apologizing. Because this, right
