Silver's POV
I woke up feeling sore, my body aching from every single move I took.
“Why do you torture yourself?” Jericho asked. He sat comfortably, watching me try to stand up to my feet.
“You are just going to torture yourself, Silver. Sit you ass down,”
“Raid?”
“Haven't seen him or Algae. They were moved before I woke up,” He replied as he resumed reading his magazine. He wouldn't say but I could sense that he was upset with me.
“I'm sorry,” I muttered under my breath. He took a pause and dropped his magazine, looking me in the eyes.
“Say something,”
“Say what, Silver?”
“Anything. This between us right now is awkward,” I retorted sharply.
“I'm sorry for putting you in their cross hairs,”
“I'm not angry that I got my ass handed to me by a scarred face freak or that I
