AURORA’S POV
Our waitress delivered our food, steaming hot shrimp and grits. I looked down and cast a glance at Silas, who still had a sour look on his face. “Can we get this to go?”
Owen’s eyebrows raised, and Silas coughed. “You don’t want to eat here?”
I shook my head, casting a glance at Silas. “I’m positive. Let’s go to your place.”
He grinned at that. “You got it.”
Silas stood up. “You’re going to his place?”
I nodded, not staring directly at him. “It’s not any of your business, Silas. So please back off.”
Silas leaned in on our table, moving around the waitress, staring between us all with wide eyes. “Everything you do is my business.”
Owen grabbed his wrist, prompting Silas to shoot eyes at him. “Back off, dude.”
Owen reached for his wallet, pulled out a large bill, and to
