The weekend before his departure, Silas showed up at Hayden’s apartment unannounced.
Again.
Hayden had just finished tidying up when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel, wondering who it could be. Fara wasn’t due home for a few more hours, and she hadn’t ordered anything.
When she opened the door, her heart did an odd little flip.
Silas.
Dressed in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt, he leaned casually against the doorframe, hands in his pockets. His presence filled the small space instantly, making her apartment feel even tinier than usual.
“Silas?” she asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Are you not going to invite me in?” he asked, smirking.
She hesitated for a second before sighing and stepping aside. “You really have a habit of just showing up,
