"What is the meaning of this?" Silas snarled as he stepped forth, buttoning his pants, still shirtless and without shoes. He wasn't pleased by her tone, and as he stepped in front of me, her eyes flashed slightly gold.
"What are you doing flying around with her," she snapped in a low tone, "you know that isn't allowed."
Allowed? Were we supposed to have gotten permission?
"If you don't recall, Inanna, you have no authority over me."
It was clear as day that Silas and Inanna didn't like each other, and as her eyes turned to me, she gave me a sickly sweet grin as she raised a brow crossing her arms over her chest. "No, but I do over her."
"Say what–" I muttered softly as Silas held out an arm holding me back to which I clung. Tension was high, and the woman I had seen before around school didn't seem like the same woman in front of me now.
"She is still a student at our school and, therefore, under my control and protection."
Tired of the drama currently unfolding, I shook my head in disbelief as laughter left my lips. I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, but as both of them turned to me, I planned on making one thing very clear—I took orders from no one.
"Look, lady, I'm an adult and under no one's control."
Inanna didn't like the fact I spoke to her the way I did as her smile fell, and she narrowed her gaze. Again, I wasn't trying to be disrespectful, but for her to speak about me as she had, as if I was still a child, was uncalled for.
"You obviously don't understand how things work here—"
I hated how the wonderful evening we were having was ruined because Inanna had shown up throwing a fit about Silas taking me up in the sky. None of it felt right, and yet as he pulled his shirt on and slowly began to do the buttons, I felt a pull to him I had avoided in the past.
Stepping towards him, I slowly reached up, letting my hands brush against the muscles of his back, causing him to freeze in his spot before turning slowly to face me. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but something inside me told me he was more than he let on.
"What is it that you're not telling me?" I whispered, staring at him for some sort of answer. I was tired of people keeping secrets from me my whole life, and as much as I was growing fond of my conversations with Silas, I didn't want him to be another person on the list of people who hid shit from me.
"I don't know what that was about, Cassie. However, I think you may need to dig more into who you are to find out. It seems there are things even I don't know here."
His hand brushed strands of my hair from my face before he reached down and kissed the corner of my lips ever so gently. Part of me wanted more, but from the way he pulled back, staring down at me, I knew that wouldn't be the case.
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