She waited. For him to come running to her side, take her hand, and reprimand Daniela for striking her. In her head, this was her time. The onlookers were watching, the sobbing was aesthetically pleasing, and all he had to do now was step into his line of duty.
But he didn't move.
Silas didn't even seem to be thinking about rescuing her. He had his hands in his pockets, observing the drama unfold with an expressionless, unconcerned face.
A flicker of something swept across Alana's face-anger, disbelief but she suppressed it almost immediately. She couldn't have anyone see the cracks developing.
Fine. If Silas wouldn't bail her out, she'd do it herself.
She pushed against the floor with trembling hands, ignoring the glances and whispers. Her eyes seethed with anger as she stood up, looking at Daniela like she was about to fight.
