Lewis kissed me softly, but I could feel the strength behind it. His heartbeat was fast against my chest, like he was holding more inside than he was showing. When we finally pulled apart to breathe, I rested my forehead against his shoulder and tried to steady my thoughts.
After a few seconds, I quietly asked, "What are you going to do about Silas?"
Before everything changed, I had wanted to keep Silas alive just to make him suffer. I wanted him to understand what fear felt like. But now that I knew he was Adam's biological son, things weren't so simple anymore. I couldn't ignore the history between our families. And I couldn't pretend Lewis didn't carry that weight too.
When I was given a second chance at life, Lewis stood by me without hesitation. He supported me, trusted me, and protected me. As his wife, I couldn't just think about revenge. I had to think about him.
