ACE
Seeing Silas in a crossed-legged position, leaning over Avalon's body, is kind of triggering. I fought back the tick in my jaw, seeing as the last time he was in this position, it was his mother. I'd been sent to retrieve him.
He flips his hair back, turning his neck around to spare me a happy glance. I'm stuck for a moment, wanting nothing more than to shove my fist through his skull, and at the same time pull him into a hug. He looks good, the surgery didn't change much. It just covered his facial scars only. Silas rises, his feet as bare as he likes to keep them.
I hate how suffocating the nostalgic feelings are. I wanted to attack him but I left Tanner and Rafaela on the bottom floor. They won't be getting here any time soon. That rules out my backup. If he on Silas, he'll use A
