"Do you think they'll be able to make him admit?" Avery asked as soon as they stepped into the backyard.
Silas glanced at her, with his signature calm, unreadable gaze and said with complete nonchalance, "Don't worry. They know how to deal with people like him."
His voice was so relaxed almost too casual for the situation that Avery couldn't help raising an eyebrow. "All your recent actions are seriously making me question whether you're some undercover mafia boss or something," she muttered, only half joking as she looked at him with playful suspicion.
But instead of brushing it off like she expected, Silas leaned toward her...close. Too close. The kind of close that made the air between them suddenly tense with heat, the kind that turned every breath into static. His face was barely a breath away from hers, his sharp gaze locked onto her startled expression.
"Would you like that?" he asked, his tone low and teasing.
