Chapter 140

Freya’s POV

I stand there, perplexed for more than a few seconds even till the hallway becomes empty again, and I’m the only person standing there like a daft idiot.

No way…

Maybe I had been wrong.

I had seen the wrong person.

Maybe it wasn’t Silas.

But those cold silver eyes are impossible to confuse with anyone else’s, and I know for a fact that it’s him—my wolf does as well.

I felt it; my entire being recognized my Silas.

Then maybe, he hadn’t really seen me…

That’s right.

He hadn’t seen me, and the glint of recognition in his eyes was a trick of the light. Because I’m anemic and exhausted, I’m seeing things, confusing things that aren’t real.

It makes more sense that way.

It makes more sense that he hadn’t really seen me than the narrative that he had just walked by… like I was nothing.

Yeah, Silas wouldn’t do that.

I know this, yet my eyes sting and while I suddenly begin hyperventilating