The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles, #2)

by Kylie Snow

I nudged him with my foot. “Wake up, sleepy head,” I crooned. He winced, swatting me away. “Just…a few minutes,” he grumbled. “I don’t think so.” I nudged him harder. “Up.” He cracked an eye open, then gave me a devious smirk. “You look especially sexy from this angle, Ginger Snap.” My eyes constricted, and I placed my boot on his chest, causing him to let out an ‘oof.’ “You look especially unsexy with drool on your face.” He narrowed his eyes, his smile growing, and replied, “How can I not have drool on my face when I’m picturing you sitting on it?” My eyes flared, and I withdrew my foot before swiftly kicking him in his side. He let out a grunt, then busted out laughing. I groaned and turned away, pulling my lips to the side to try and conceal my grin. What a character. As I was striding away, Silas hollered to Roland, “Get off your ass and quit behaving like a child!”