So tell me," I added, leaning in until my breath was warm against his ear, "will you take off your wet clothes and put on dry ones, or will you keep soaking and let me warm you up myself? Even Alfie can't save you from me while he's unconscious."
Silas' POV~
He inhaled sharply. Silence hung heavy for a beat, broken only by the rain still pattering against the windows.
A heaviness settled over me, pressing on my chest. I exhaled sharply through gritted teeth and muttered, "You know what...." My hand shot out, reaching instinctively for Zane's shoulder. "You should change into warm, dry clothes and wait here. I'll go search the house myself. Maybe he's just hiding somewhere. You know Alfie… he's always had that strange love for the rain. He might be outside, enjoying it like he used to."
