Silas leans against the counter watching me. I keep my back to him, not liking the way his eyes are roaming over my body, I can literally feel the intensity of his gaze boring into my flesh.
“Can you turn around or hop out?” I ask, starting to become creeped out.
“Why? You’re mine, I will look if I want to,” he says.
“I’m not yours,” I mutter so low, not expecting him to hear. Silas growls low. It vibrates off the tiled walls.
“Why do you deny it? You know there is no way out of being our mate. So why not just behave and make things easier for yourself? It doesn’t have to always be backwards and forwards with us.”
“Probably because I am not a piece of property to be owned, Silas.”
I switch the shower off, and Silas passes me a towel. I quickly wrap it around myself before stepping o
