Silas's POV
"Ah… no, it's not all mine. Half is Silas's," he said, glancing at me to let them know I was the Silas he meant.
Seeing me, their smiles faded away. I think they were jealous—but I didn't even do anything.
Lysander held my luggage because he wanted to. It's not like I forced him.
When we reached the 6th floor, I tried to grab my luggage from him since he was busy talking with those omegas.
But he didn't give it back and walked out of the elevator.
When we opened the door to the room, there were two beds next to each other. Between them was a table with a table lamp.
There was a balcony too. When I stepped out, I saw a big forest behind the building—it looked beautiful now, but I was sure it'd give off horror vibes at night.
I checked the whole room—two wardrobes (obviously), heat and rut cycle suppressants for both of us.
But I've never had a heat cycle, so I don't think I'll need it.
