Straightening her spine, she glanced casually around the bustling shop, noting the seemingly endless pairs of eyes on Silas. Each and every stare was hungry, desperate, aroused to the point of pain. And he wasn’t even letting his aura spread throughout the room. Ivy would have felt it if he was. No, this was all just from him simply existing in the world. Grand. When their turn at the counter came up, Silas placed a gentle, guiding hand at her low back and Ivy could have sworn she heard a woman behind them hiss out a curse.
