He was adorable in the most feral way.
“Do you do that often?”
“Sometimes.” Silas shrugged and sucked a little harder on his finger. “It’s fun. I like the way it stings a little.”
My cock twitched behind my zipper.
“Thea said I shouldn’t do that in front of people but you said I didn’t have to pretend. Remember?”
“I remember.” I captured his wet finger. “You never have to pretend with me.”
His chest collapsed when I lifted his finger, and his eyes nearly left his head when I used his finger to paint his saliva across my lips.
My tongue darted out, and I got my very first taste of him.
It wasn’t enough.
“You mentioned Thea last night. Who is she?”
“Thea is my big sister. She’s the one who taught me to use my brain filter.”
“Oh?” I kissed the tip of his finger before surrendering it back to him. “What is that?”
“Oh, well.” A puff of breath left him, and he pulled his lips into his mouth. “My brain is… different. I like things that people think are bad. Thea showed me how to filter my thoughts so I don’t alarm anyone.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
Thea had taught my sinister little kitten how to dance alongside society. His mind was a little off-kilter, and she’d helped him camouflage it, disguising his thoughts and habits to ensure survival.
I was here now, and as far as I was concerned, there would be no more surviving.
Silas was goinglive.
“No secrets and no filters, okay? Not around me.”
He grinned, and his hands shook before he rolled them up in his shirt again.
“Do you see Thea a lot?”
“We have lunch together every week. She makes me spaghetti. It’s my favorite.”
Silas fell backward and landed on his couch. His legs crossed, and his toes twitched in his socks before he shoved them under his butt.
“You could come next time if you wanted. Thea doesn’t care that you kill people.”
I stiffened.
“Silas.” A slow breath rolled out of me, and I rubbed my hand along my jaw. “Did you tell your sister I’m an assassin?”
“Was I not allowed to?” His forehead pinched, and I didn’t like the way he ran his nails along his thighs. “She doesn’t care, and she’ll never tell. I promise. Are you mad?”
“No.” I sat beside him and resisted the urge to pull him into my lap. “I’m not mad, sweetheart, but Ben has some pretty strict rules. I’ll have to tell him Thea knows, okay?”
I wasn’t sure how the fuck that conversation was going to go. Anonymity was essential to our success—one wrong whisper and Ben’s entire operation could go to shit. The information he fed us was through a strict need-to-know basis.
Silas was proof of that.
“Mr. Thomas already knows.”