“I said you could leave whenever you’d like,” he said, red rings appearing around his irises. “I didn’t say I’d let you go alone.” “Pardon?” He inched closer, gaze skipping over her appreciatively. “Normally I’d have Boris drive you,” he said. “But you’re correct about the weather being nice for once. It’ll be good to enjoy it.” Ivy took a deep breath, inhaling his woodsy scent into her very core. “Besides,” Silas continued. “I’d quite like to see your flat, and these fuzzy slippers you seem so attached to.” Barking out a laugh, she glanced away, feeling her cheeks heat.
