Page 58 of Savage Reign

“I know it’s not much,” I said quietly.

“Fuck, baby, it’s not that. You should be covered in diamonds and the finest clothes money could buy. Not this shit.” He shook his head, throwing a pair of stretchy shorts and a red T-shirt on the bed. “All your clothes at the house are still there. And I’ll take you shopping once we’re back in the city.”

My eyebrows rose at that. “I have enough to wear everything once for the entire year there.”

Maverick had gone overboard when he took me shopping when I first came to the Tiernan mansion. There were things there that I hadn’t picked out for myself.

“And clearly not enough.”

I smiled a little as I walked over to the underwear drawer and pulled out a pair. Silas kept his eyes on me intently, especially when I threw the towel off to put on my clothes. I tried not to hide away from his gaze, like how I really wanted to. At this point, I was convinced he knew more about my body than I did.

After a moment, when I finally got the shirt on, Silas went to a bag set on the table where Killian had taken me earlier and pulled out some clothes for himself: a pair of black joggers and a dark gray shirt.

My mouth watered at the sight.

Hell.

We were sitting on the bed, me between his legs while he brushed my hair—a moment that reminded me of what Maverick had done for me before—when the door opened, and a freshly showered Killian walked in, donning a pair of fitted, dark blue jeans, black boots, and a black T-shirt. His lips were still slightly swollen from when I injured him earlier, but at leasthe wasn’t bleeding anymore, which was good because I wouldn’t know how to explain to Silas if he asked.

In Killian’s arms was a bag, the smell of food wafting into the room and making me salivate.

Killian didn’t seem surprised to see Silas there, but there was something like disappointment in his eyes, as if he wanted me all to himself.

The thought made me smile a little, just as Killian threw Silas’ bag from the table to the ground and put the bag of food there.

“That’s a lot of food. How did you know I was on my way, big brother?” Silas said in that teasing way of his.

“I didn’t. I would have taken Mila and hid her somewhere if I knew,” Killian responded, throwing a napkin at Silas. It hit him in the arm, and he laughed, swatting it away. Somehow, I didn’t think Killian was joking.

Silas went back to brushing my hair, as if he hadn’t already gotten all the tangles out. I didn’t stop him because it felt good, and I was enjoying being pampered.

“How are you feeling, firecracker?” Killian asked, coming up to me and taking hold of my hand.

“I’m fine,” I answered with a small smile. I heard Silas put the brush down, and he leaned forward until I could see him.

“Were you sick?” he asked.

I shook my head at the same time Killian answered, “Yes.”

Alarm hit Silas’ face. “What? Why didn’t you say something, angel?”

“Because I’m not?—”

“Fuck, it’s this shitty place. She shouldn’t be here,” Silas said, cutting me off. “That’s it. I’m packing your things and taking you back with us. In fact, leave those shitty things here. Or donate them. I don’t fucking care.”

“Silas.”

He shook his head. “No. You’re sick, and I’m not letting you argue with me.”

I looked at Killian, silently asking him for help, but all he did was look back at me with amusement in his dark eyes. Real helpful.

I placed my hand on Silas’ shoulder and turned toward him. He stilled as soon as I touched him, and I marveled over that fact. Hell, perhaps Maverick was on to something.

“Look at me. I don’t look sick. This morning… It was a one-off.”

“One-off,” he repeated unsurely.

I nodded. “I feel fine now. Just hungry.”

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