32. Running Off?

32.

Esme.

After telling Silvan everything that had happened, I felt much better. But watching him and Paul mull over ideas on how to get this sorted was nice.

But I was famished.

“Would you guys like to have anything while you talk?” The look of guilt that swarmed Silvan’s face was all I needed to know that he hadn’t thought about it.

But I knew my way around his floor already.

“It’s alright. Just let me know if you need anything.”

He rubbed his temples slightly. It was most likely a subconscious move, as I had always noticed him do things like that back in the pack.

Even back then, I had paid attention to him in a certain way, like a devotion.

“Juice is fine,” Silvan said while Paul shook his head to tell me he was fine.

I walk to the kitchen that’s just down the hallway.

“Miss,” one of the kitchen assistants, who was sitting and reclining, greeted me while jumping up to her feet.

“I would like some pastries and two glasses of juice.”

When I came back, Paul and Silvan were still t