Chapter 14: The Vow in the Moonlight

The delicate truce lasted five days. Five days of silent meals, of stolen glances, of the air thickening with everything left unsaid. Silver’s body healed with a speed that was unnerving, the deep gashes closing to pink scars, his strength returning. With each passing hour, the space in my small apartment seemed to shrink. The careful distance we maintained felt more and more like a performance, a denial of the magnetic pull that hummed incessantly between us. Mr. Albright visited once, under...