When Silas returned, he brought two bottles of hot milk for the sisters.
"It's freezing out. Drink this to warm up."
Sienna hesitated to take it. She glanced at her sister, and only after Seraphina nodded did she quietly say, "Thank you, Silas," and accept the bottle.
Silas asked, "Your sister?"
Seraphina nodded. "Yes."
"Blood-related?"
"...Yes."
Silas took in Sienna's red, swollen eyes and the heavy silence hiding beneath Seraphina's composed facade. He said softly, "If there's anything I can do to help, just say the word."
Sienna spoke up, "Silas, how exactly do you know my sister?"
"We..."
"We studied under the same mentor," Seraphina answered quickly. "He's my senior colleague."
Silas looked momentarily crestfallen, though he masked it well. "That's right."
Sienna nodded, seemingly grasping the connection. "Then what should I call you?"
"Just Silas is fine."
"Okay, Silas."
Silas started the engine. "It's getting late. I'll take you both home."
He was already familiar with the route to Seraphina's new place. When they arrived outside her building, Silas killed the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt.
Seraphina pulled Sienna close and said, "Thank you so much for driving us. I'm sorry for all the trouble tonight."
"It's no trouble at all. I am your... senior colleague, after all. Whatever you need, just ask."
"You should get back too. We're heading up."
Silas stepped out and locked the car. "This neighborhood is a bit rundown, and the security isn't great. I'll walk you to your door."
Seraphina wanted to decline, but Silas added, "Have you forgotten what happened not too long ago?"
She knew exactly what he was referring to—the night she was stabbed.
It had happened on her way home.
Late at night. Completely desolate.
"Let's go. It won't take long."

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