MAYA

Dominic met Silas’s gaze head-on without blinking. He slid a hand into his pocket, looking completely unbothered as he held Silas’s gaze. Silas took a quick glance at me before fixing his eyes back on Dominic.

"Are you okay?" Silas asked.

"Yes. I was just asking him for directions to the restroom."

Silas gave Dominic a curt nod that felt more like a warning than a greeting.

"You could have asked Frank." He looked annoyed, then pointed toward a hallway lined with gold-leaf mirrors. "That way."

I nodded, feeling the heat in my cheeks. "Thank you," I told Dominic quickly, before Silas practically ushered me toward the hall.

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