Chapter Thirty-Four: Tension Part 2

In no time at all, a waiter comes over with our drinks and two menus. Silas lifts his glass, holding it in the air. “A toast.”

I raise my glass. “And what are we toasting?”

“To working together and to a real first date. May neither of us die when it’s over,” he says with a Chesire grin.

I chuckle, clinking my glass with his, and then we both take a sip. I place my glass down and lift my menu. “Do you think about that night?”

“All the time,” he admits, opening his menu.

“Do you think we were holding back?” I ask him.

He glances up at me, silence stretching out between us as he appears deep in thought. I know I just asked him a loaded question, but I’m not afraid of his answer. If he says no, and that he did everything he could to try and end my life, it changes nothing.

“I honestly don’t. You didn’t hesitate to stab and poison me, and it was only pure luck that saved my life. I shot you and the only thing that prevented me from nailing a perfect shot was the pain I was in. You d