“It could have cost me…” His hand curled into a tight fist.“Us this tournament.”
I got his anger, but he’d be okay.Yeah, he’d have a rough night, but we wouldn’t be disqualified.“We’re still in the game, so you’re fine.”
He cursed and shoved his fingers through his streaked hair.“I can’t make another mistake like that.”
He was really worked up about this.“Okay, fine, you want me to berate you?I can do that.You know how good I am at it.”I gave his shoulder a shove.“Hey, dickhead,” I said without heat.“You fuck up like that again, I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass, you’ll be plucking shoe leather out of your teeth.”
All traces of anger fell from his face and his brows shot up.
“Better?”I said.“Do you feel suitably reprimanded?”
His eyes sparkled, and he grinned.“I do.”
When he smiled like that, he went from handsome as fuck to utterly devastating.I’d made a serious miscalculation.I took a step back, and Silas’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.His eyes softened.
I tried to pull away.“Whatever you’re thinking, angel, don’t.”
“Urs…” He clamped his mouth shut.
His expression had wiped itself clean, no more soft moony eyes, instead the whites were now shot with red, and his skin had turned a hideous pale gray with a touch of green.
I winced.“Looks like the poison’s on its way out.”
He released me, and I stepped back, giving him room as he shot to his feet and pounded for his bedroom.The bathroom door slammed a moment later.
That was gonna be messy, but he’d thank me tomorrow when he woke up and wasn’t in a coma.I stood, my body weary, something I hadn’t experienced in…forever, and headed for my own room and a long hot shower.
When I was done, I ventured back out to the common room and poked my head into Silas’s bedroom.No sign of him.I strode deeper and hovered by the bathroom door.
His groan came from inside a moment later.
“You good in there?”I called.
He groaned again.
Yep, been there.It sucked.He was conscious, though, which was a miracle and proof of just how strong he still was.I headed back to my room and got into bed.If I was going to be in top form for the next event, I needed to rest.Yanking one of the pillows out from behind me, I flopped back.Nope.I grabbed the pillow again, punched it a few times, then put it back.
Still not right.
Silas coughed.
I sat up, punched the pillow again with more force.
Another groan from his bathroom, louder this time.
I flopped back onto the mattress and scowled up at the ceiling.I didn’t play fucking nursemaid, especially not for lying, cheating, emotionally devoid assholes.
Silas cursed.That was followed by several thumps and bangs, then more groans.
He looked after you when you were pathetic and weak.It’s only fair you do the same.
And I hadn’t batted an eye.At my most vulnerable, I’d trusted him without even thinking about it.I’d lain down in that floating air trap in the middle of a monster-filled sea and gone off to sleep like a freaking baby.Something Ineverdid around anyone but my sisters and Lucifer.Then I’d done it again, hadn’t I?Trusted him without thought, when we were swimming back, and I’d been too exhausted to do anything but focus on each stroke.
As much as I’d been purposelynotthinking about it, he’d saved me from Nathanieltwice, keeping me clear of that fucker’s sword, that in the state I’d been in, would have surely tasted my blood, and maybe even taken my head, if he hadn’t held me under.The memory of his mouth over mine, sharing oxygen with me, filled my head.
“Fuck,” I grumbled and shoved back the covers, snatched my bag from the chair by the door, stormed from my room into his, and yanked the bathroom door open.
He was curled on the floor by the toilet, his inked skin a deeper shade of that sickly gray green, and he was shaking hard.He blinked bloodshot eyes at me and tried to shake his head, then groaned again.