Chapter 142

The next few days passed like a dream. Silas kept expecting someone to burst in and tear them apart, but it didn't happen. Darius kept his distance, watching them with knowing eyes but saying nothing. Each night, Lyra slipped into his room after the house had gone quiet, and each morning, she returned to hers before dawn.

It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was the happiest Silas had ever been.