Ivy felt the moment Silas realized she was in the room. He stilled, gaze locked on the page in front of him for a beat before the corner of his lips curved in a knowing smile. As his eyes lifted to find hers, a ring of red appeared in his dark irises, luring her closer. “Good morning,” he purred, and the room went silent. Everyone stopped eating, turning to face the newcomer. Ivy’s pulse spiked and her cheeks burned. “Ah… Good morning,” she said, fighting not to tug at her sleeves.
