“He pleased me even better.” The words tasted foul as they came out, and the flickering of Silas’s expression nearly had me calling my bluff. But his hurt only shone for a moment before he cocked his head to the side. “Then I suppose it’s better for us both that we have moved on,” he said quietly. He turned away, pushing through the hanging willow branches, and Ravaiana, damn me, I wanted to reach for him. But I resisted, even as it ate me alive.
