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Silas
Silas paced across the emergency department’s waiting room, his stomach in knots and Troy’s—f**k, his precious lover’s blood soaked through and dried on his shirt. Rage continued to tear through him, making it hard to see the path he’d strode dozens of times already.
Troy lay in surgery.
He hadn’t opened his eyes, hadn’t uttered a single word after throwing himself into harm’s way to save Silas. Not one flicker of his eyelids or twitch of muscle assured Silas as he’d clutched Troy to his chest, bellowing for someone to help him.
His first instinct had been to save Troy in return, but he’d been powerless to do more than leak tears from his eyes, pleading for him to be okay while cops wrestled David Parsons to the ground.
Silas hadn’t given the man a second thought until they’
