Avery swallowed, fingers nervously tracing the seam of her coat as if she could stitch sense into the thrum in her chest. "I… I think I like Silas," she confessed finally, the words tumbling out like something she'd been holding too tightly.
Daniala's eyes widened and she slapped a hand over her mouth before she could contain the squeal. "I knew it!" she burst, voice bright and triumphant as if she'd won some private lottery. She leaned forward, elbows on the dashboard, vibrating with the kind of giddy energy that made Avery want to both laugh and cringe.
Avery's cheeks warmed uncomfortably despite the cold; the heat spread from the apples of her cheeks down to the base of her throat. She could feel her pulse quicken in a way that made her suddenly clumsy for words. "You knew that?" she asked, incredulous. The question came out soft, vulnerable, so unlike the sharp barbs she usually tossed at Silas to keep the world at arm's length.
