“She’s really something, huh?” Kat arched an eyebrow, grinning at him. His chest warmed and tightened, hyper aware of the Witch wandering his home. “Yes. She seems to be.” “You like her.” Standing, Silas circled the desk and tucked the paper into a drawer. “And if I do?” Kat tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I’d say it’s about time.” He didn’t respond. Didn’t trust himself to speak. Everyone in the house knew his history, but that didn’t mean he wanted to discuss it.
