CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
The air between Silas and me crackles, filled with a tension that's both electric and achingly sweet. His brown eyes lock onto mine, intense and unfathomable as the forest at midnight. My breath catches, heart galloping like a startled deer as he leans in, his lips mere inches from mine. It feels like every fire I've ever conjured is burning within me, yearning to leap out.
"Silas..." The word is barely a whisper, lost in the small space separating us.
Suddenly, the night erupts into chaos. A cacophony of snarls and growls slices through our bubble, and my instincts surge to life before I can even process the interruption. We both pull away, startled, the magic of the moment shattering like glass on stone.
"Outside," I mutter, already moving towards the door, my hand
