CHARLOTTE
My legs carry me quickly around the corner, and it takes everything in me not to scream when my face smashes into a hard chest.
"Whoa there!" Silas laughs, planting two hands on my hips to stabilize me.
My lungs don't seem to be working, but I'll die before I let anybody know what just happened between Aziel and me. I can't believe I let him trick me into giving in to him for even a second.
"Charlie?"
Silas slides his hands to my shoulders and crouches to my level. I avoid eye contact and stare at the stairs just over his shoulder. I was so close.
"I'm fine," I blurt out.
My words seem to go in one ear and out the other, and I hold my breath as Silas leans in and brings his face to the top of my head. For fuck's sake. What's with these men and smelling me? It's weird, and I can tell he smells Aziel as his muscles stiffen and he pulls back to look me over with more urgency.
His eyes span the length of my body, and I continue to stare at the stairs until he releases me.
"Go to your room," he orders.
I don't need to be told twice, and I round his body before sprinting away. I'm not appreciative of how he commands me to my bedroom like a child, but I was on my way there anyway and I want to avoid Gray until all my arousal has dissipated.
He's drawn to it like a shark is to blood, and the second he sees me, he'll know something's happened.
I'm unsure what Silas thinks he knows, but I'll leave it to Aziel to come up with some lie. The Wrath is better at it than I am. He's had thousands of years to practice and has no morals to hold him back.
Gray's nowhere to be seen, and I sit on my bed and wait for his inevitable arrival.
He's never gone for long, the man still insisting on monitoring my every move even when I make it clear I don't want to be near him. I know he's concerned about me, but he should have been concerned about the thousands of females he's condemned.
I'm no more special than they are.
Not much time passes before my bedroom door is pushed open and Gray's face appears in the doorway. I refuse to let any emotion show as he welcomes himself inside my room and sits in the chair by my door.
"Where'd you go?" I ask.
He doesn't respond.
I shouldn't have called him a pathetic male, and I especially shouldn't have said that's probably why his last female chose the other incubi over him. It was too far, and I regretted the words the moment they slipped from my lips.
We both knew I was trying to hurt him. I wanted him to feel the way I did after learning about his betrayal of the females. I suppose I succeeded.
Does he know what happened between Aziel and me? I know he's angry about my cruel words, but I can't tell if part of his anger is also because he heard what happened from Silas.
I'm sure it doesn't feel great to hear that the female who just heartlessly attacked you allowed the man she claims to hate to touch her.
Fuck.
"Have you spoken to Silas?" I ask, keeping my voice calm.
I don't want to alert him that there's something Silas knows that he doesn't, but I also don't know how to pry without giving myself away.
"Yes."
I suppose that answers my question. He knows.
Gray and I sit in silence until a shadow peeks in and informs us dinner is ready.
