MAYA

For a second, I thought I'd heard Isabella wrong.

My eyes went straight to Silas. The shock on his face matched mine, and that was probably the only thing keeping me from completely losing it right there in the foyer.

Isabella, on the other hand, looked entirely too pleased with herself. “We've been fucking since you left.”

“No,” Silas answered immediately.

Isabella turned to him. “No?”

“That's not true.”

“Not true,” she repeated, “or you can't remember because you were drunk out of your fucking mind?”

Silas didn't answer. He wasn't looking at Isabella anymore. His gaze had dropped to the floor, his jaw clenched.

My stomach tightened. “Silas?”...