HELENA POV
My heart was already racing when he looked at me like that.
Not the playful heat from earlier. Not the teasing hunger from the kitchen. This was different. Sharper. Focused in a way that made my palms damp and my stomach tighten like I was bracing for impact.
Silas stood across the living room with his phone pressed to his ear, his body still, shoulders squared, eyes distant but alert. I could feel the shift even before I understood it. The air around him felt denser, heavier, like something invisible had flared and then been forced back down.
The twins were on the floor, legs tangled, completely absorbed by their new console. Their laughter bounced off the walls, bright and careless. I clung to that sound for a second longer than necessary.
Whatever was happening with Sila
