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Chapter 7 - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Silence Is Not Obedience The study door slammed behind them with a finality that rattled the flames in the hearth.

Bryant said nothing.

Neither did she.

The fire cracked louder than before, throwing orange and gold shadows across the black stone floor. The scent of burning cedar and ink hung in the room, heavy and sharp.

He poured himself a drink—something dark, something that burned—and stared into the hearth like he wanted it to swallow him.

"You enjoyed that," he finally said, voice low and sharp as glass.

She stayed silent.

"You liked his eyes on you. Liked the power."

"I didn't ask him to look."

"But you didn't stop him."

Bryant turned.

Boots clicking across marble, sharp and deliberate.

"You stared back."

"I didn't blink."

He crossed the room in three strides.

Fast.

Controlled.

Almost.

"You think this is a game?" he asked, the fire painting gold into the shadows under his eyes.

"No," Evelyn said. "I think it's a leash. One you don't know how to use."

Something snapped inside the room—not loud, not visible, but felt.

He grabbed her jaw—not cruelly, but not softly either.

Control.

Claim.

A reminder.

"I don't need help learning how to break things, Evelyn."

She didn't flinch.

"But you don't know how to keep them."

The fire cracked behind them.

Wind rattled the high windows.

Bryant's hand stilled against her cheek.

He hated that her words struck something real.

And for the first time since she arrived—he didn't know what came next.

"Are you trying to get punished?" he asked, voice low and threaded with restraint.

"Are you trying to feel something?" she whispered.

That broke the silence.

Or deepened it.

His breath was quiet. Controlled.

His thumb brushed against her bottom lip—barely.

Not intimate.

Not innocent.

But not cold either.

"You confuse silence with surrender," she said.

He let go.

Stepped back.

Drank.

Hard.

Then turned to face her again, firelight flickering across the scarred edge of her face, the steel in her eyes.

"She's not afraid of me," he muttered—half to himself, half to her. "That's what Damon saw."

"He's right."

"Then you'll be tested."

"I already am."

His jaw ticked. Just once.

"You'll dine with me tonight."

It wasn't a question.

"You said I wouldn't be seen."

"This isn't about being seen," Bryant said. "It's about being claimed."

He walked to the door. The firelight caught the silver thread at his collar. His hand on the handle paused.

"And what exactly am I at your side?" Evelyn asked, voice steady behind him.

He looked back over his shoulder.

The shadows made him look carved from steel and sin.

"Still deciding."

The door closed behind him.

Evelyn stood in the silence, staring into the flames.

Her fingers lifted, brushing the collar at her throat.

And for the first time… She wondered if it was already too late.

[End of Chapter Seven]

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