Chapter 415

“Ready to go?” he asked me, his tone a low whisper, his breath warming the side of my face as he whispered into my ear.

I nodded.

“More than ready,” I told him.

“We have to return to that game from earlier and get your prize,” he reminded me.

I laughed at the memory, but the laugh was cut short when Martha, his mother, approached us, her arms folded across her chest.

“Silas, can we have a word ple