Silas’s POV
I sat in my penthouse, the city lights flickering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The evening was quiet, but my mind was anything but still. I hadn’t seen Hayden all day and it was driving me crazy.
I’d taken more trips up and down Blackwood Tower than I could count, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But every time I checked the employee logs, it was the same—Hayden was working from home.
Part of me was relieved. Her apartment was warded, and the gamma teams were keeping her safe. But another part of me—the part that ached to see her, to be near her—was disappointed.
I scrolled through my phone, staring at the unanswered messages I’d sent her. *“Just checking in.” “Hope you’re doing okay.” “Let me know if you need anything.”*
Nothing. Not a single reply.
I sighed, r
