SIGRID

“Please, just leave. Leave now.”

I leaned my back against the door and waited in silence, surrounded by the dim light of my room.

I felt awful for speaking to him like that. My hand went to my chest, bitterness coursing through my veins.

But he hadn’t left. He was still there, standing at the bottom of the stairs, just staring up—cold, unreadable.

His overwhelming, dark aura reached all the way to this door where I stood, hesitant, but it never crossed the threshold.

He was furious—I could feel it. That murderous energy swirled around him like a vicious storm and then… nothing.

Silas pulled all that malevolent energy back, locking it tightly inside himself.

He wouldn’t let me feel even a crack of his true emotions, not unless I forced it out with magic.

He was reverting to how we were when we first met.

I closed my eyes, sighing, and stepped away from the door, not wanting to monitor him anymore.

This was what I wanted—to push him away.

To make him hate me, or rather, Electra,