Valentina
I had the worst night of my life. No idea how I managed to behave normally enough not to make a suspicious Noemi even more suspicious. Or at least to shut down her attempts to probe for information fast. Her big, perceptive eyes were roaming my face, and I could have sworn she sniffed the air for a second, but then she just let it slide. I can't even begin to describe how big a sigh of relief I huffed.
Once she was lulled into deep slumber going by the soft whistling noises of air passing, I slipped into the bathroom and spent the rest of the night crying. That look in Silas’ eyes is edged into my brain.
The moment he pulled me off himself. I’ve seen it a dozen times before and could probably recognize it with my eyes closed. Disgust. Sometimes with themselves, but mostly with
