SILAS' POV
I watched her freeze, the faintest flicker of something raw flashing across her face. Fear? Anguish? It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the cold resolve that April always wore like armor.
"You think you can scare the truth out of me, Silas?" she said, her tone sharp, biting.
"What are you talking about?"
She laughed softly.
"You think I don’t know what I am? I’m not a good person, Silas. I’ve been the villain in your life since the day I met you. But for once—for one goddamn moment—I tried to be something else. I tried to help you, even though it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done."
I frowned, the air around us growing heavier. "What did you do, April?"
Her gaze dropped to my hand, to the bandages barely concealing the damage. When she spoke again,
