Chapter 2Gilded Cage and Cold Revenge

I leaned against Silas like I had no bones, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"It's a bad night to be out so late," I whispered. "Can't you wait until morning?"

Silas looked at me with a gaze that was cold and unreadable. I sighed and obediently slid off him.

My face was a mask of disappointment and worry.

Seeing me turn away, he brushed the hair from my neck and kissed my earlobe firmly.

"Tiffany is just a kid, Sera. Don't be petty."

Right.

In the eyes of men like him, the girls they hold in their palms are always "kids."

Even if she was a year older than me.

I kicked him playfully under the covers.

"If she’s a kid, what does that make me?"

Silas pulled me back into his arms, kissing my lips until I was breathless.

"You're a little succubus. You’re the one I can't stay away from."

I blushed, burying my face in the pillows, my voice muffled and longing:

"Tell Arthur to drive you. If you get a DUI, the papers will have a field day."

"Mhm."

As he closed the door, his gaze held a softness he didn't even realize was there.