Chapter 114

Bethany woke up stiff and uneasy. The moment she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a strikingly handsome face. She had no idea how she had ended up in Silas' arms. His arm rested around her waist with just the right amount of pressure, and her thigh was draped over his leg in a posture she immediately found mortifying. She cautiously moved her leg away, only to be pulled closer instead. She was so close that she could hear his slow, even breathing. Unable to resist, she studied his face. He was exceptionally good-looking. His long lashes cast faint shadows beneath his eyes, his nose straight, his lips softened in sleep, stripped of their usual sharpness. When awake, Silas always wore a faint, inscrutable smile, as if he were plotting something. But when he was asleep, his features softened, making him look unexpectedly gentle. She tried to roll out of his arms again, finally stirring him awake. His eyelids lifted, and his dark eyes met hers squarely. "You're awake?" His voice w