For some reason, there was still a part of her that felt sad every time she heard those malicious thoughts from Silas's mind.
Even though she knew everything he had ever done for her was fake—that his kindness was just a mask and he had never truly meant to help her—sometimes … she couldn't help but wish that maybe, just maybe, there was still a trace of the good man she used to believe he was.
She knew it was foolish to think that way. And yet, she couldn't help it.
Because nothing hurt more than realizing that someone you once trusted with everything—someone you thought would protect you—had been the one holding the knife at your throat.
That's why she had been avoiding Silas, not just because she felt unsafe around him, but because every time she heard what was really inside his mind, it felt like a thousand tiny needles pricking straight through her heart.
