Chapter 41

MAYA

"How—how are you doing, then?" Liam asked.

"I'm good," I lied. I stole a glance at Silas as I said it, watching for any flicker of guilt. There was none. "Really good." Silas just picked up a fountain pen from the desk, turning it over in his long fingers as if he were bored.

"What abou...

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