HELENA POV
I must have been standing there too long, lost inside my own head, replaying everything I was going to do to Silas once I got out of here—slap him, scream at him, punch him in the chest for not telling me the truth, then probably kiss him until neither of us could breathe—because I didn’t realize the vampire was close until his fingers touched my neck.
Cold.
Not just cold like winter air or marble, but the kind of cold that slid under the skin and settled directly against bone. His fingertips traced the line of my throat with lazy confidence, like he already owned the right to touch me, and a violent shiver ran down my spine before I could stop it.
I jerked back instantly, slapping his hand away hard enough that the sound echoed in the room.
His smile curved slowly, amused,
