Chapter 39

I had sensed Silas' eyes, the second Phoebe said, "honesty'. He had explicitly asked that I not tell the girls about Xerxes and about just how powerful and dangerous he was. Sigh, what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to lie to my friends and this was supposed to be my home away from home. A home built on the honesty of its occupants.

I brushed at the bridge of my nose as it began to tingle. I should have taken that nap earlier. I bit my bottom lip and got up from the stool.

"Silas, we need to talk," I said walking past him to wait patiently in the far corner of the living room.

My shoes tapped at the floor impatiently as I focused on breathing steadily, my hand pressed against my back.

"You look like my mom when she's upset," Silas commented as he came to stand in front of me.

I huffed, brushing at my frazzled curls that had escaped my ponytail.

"Why didn't you tell me that the initiation was a game of truth or dare," I snapped quietly, leaning towards him with narrowed