Avery's eyes widened when she heard Silas. This man was truly unpredictable, every single time she thought she had figured him out, he managed to prove her wrong.
Why on earth was he behaving like some lovesick fool these days? Nothing about his expression or his tone matched the Silas she remembered from the day he had proposed the marriage.
Instead, it was as though he had suddenly stepped out of the role entirely, into something far more dangerous to her peace of mind.
She cursed under her breath, regretting that day...oh, how she regretted it when she had ever agreed to becoming his contract wife.
And if that wasn't enough, she cursed herself even harder for the moment of weakness when she had agreed to be his friend again. That decision, in particular, felt like the root of all her current misery.
