MAYA

The door clicked shut. Silas was gone, but his scent still lingered in the air. It was a reminder that he owned every inch of this space.

"He’s always like that," Frank said, breaking the silence. He gave me a weak, apologetic smile as he sank back into his chair. "Don't take it personally, Maya."

I walked over to the glass partition, my eyes fixed on the door Silas had just walked through. "I don't," I said quietly.

Silas thought that because I wasn't fighting him with words, he had already won. He was wrong. Frank was kind, but he wasn't the man I wanted. I still loved Liam....