“Silas.” His name was not a question, but a statement of familiarity. I knew him. The dark mask on my phantom’s face shifted when his mouth curled into a sneer. He yanked me against his chest. He dipped his face close. “Never forget again.” I couldn’t draw in a deep enough breath when his arm encircled my waist. How could something feel so safe and so dangerous in the same moment? “Don’t forget what?” “That you belong to me.”
OH LORDDDDDDDD
