SILAS’S POV
“Mother?” I called, c*****g my head to the side, feeling rather uncomfortable with her stare.
Growing up, my mother had her ways of getting me to fess up when I made mistakes or did something behind her back. One way that always worked and creeped the hell out of me at the same time was when she would stare right into my eyes.
That made me shudder all the time.
Hell, even now, with her eyes threatening to burn holes in my skin, it took all of me and years of practice not to cover before her. I was a grown ass man. While I respected my mother, I would not shrink away like a pathetic boy.
My mother’s eyes trailed over trailed over my clenched jaw and she laughed heartily. “You’re so cute, thinking you could stand up to me like that,”
“I know!” Sylvia giggled.
I glanced dow
