His voice.
It's the same voice. Though harsh and dull.
Once beloved because it meant comfort, safety, love.
I try to step toward Silas, but Wolfe holds me back.
I glare at him. "I want to get a closer look."
"No."
I narrow my eyes at him. "He won't hurt me. I can defend myself and I have you and Kingston for protection."
"No," he repeats himself.
He doesn't look at me but keeps his steady gaze on Silas.
I'm frustrated. I want to argue, but I know Wolfe. He won't let me near Silas.
I pull my arm from Wolfe's grip. "Someone needs to talk to him, see if he's cognizant enough to know who we are and what's happening. He'll be more comfortable with someone he knows."
"I'll do it," Wolfe says.
I shake my head. "You two were never friends. He might see you as a threat. He needs comfort
