SILAS

A sharp, stabbing pain behind my eyelids woke me up. I groaned, my throat dry as sandpaper as a massive hangover throbbed through my skull. I tried to shift my weight, but my arm was pinned down.

When I finally forced my eyes open, the morning light cutting through the curtains made me wince. I looked down. Maya was curled up against my side, her small frame tucked against my chest, her breathing soft and even as she slept.

The memory of last night hit me all at once. The liquor. Tony's death. The weight of losing another person because of my name had completely broken my control. I...