8
DAWN
I lie in the bed and stare at the ceiling, the sweat salty against my chest. His thick arm is wrapped over my rib cage — possessive. Protective. Of all the one-night stands I’ve had, this is by far the best … and the strangest.
What was all that about anyway? Did Silas actually read my mind? It sure seemed like he did, and what had he said to Draynor when we arrived? Something about not being able to read me. Mind reading … .is that a thing he can do?
Tell me your secrets, I think at him.
No response. His arm remains wrapped over me, his bicep hard as stone, his chin tucked into the hollow between my neck and shoulder.
Your mother was a snowblower, I try again.
Nothing. Lame. I clear my throat. “So … do you have other things to do? Projects to work on, piano to practice? Othe
