History Repeating

(Neva’s POV)

The next three days passed in a blur.

Kaelen had been cold, and distant to me. He would walk past me in the hallways, and ignore me in the dining room like I didn't exist.

Meanwhile, Silas was the opposite. He was everywhere; holding open doors, pulling out chairs, whispering small compliments and making jokes at the dinner table, some of which even made Thalia giggle.

He was sweet… t