Chapter 11. Dance of Storm

As our dinner drew to a close, I couldn't help but notice a restless unease in Silas's demeanor. He kept stealing glances at his wristwatch and scanning the surroundings, as if searching for something or someone. Curiosity piqued, I decided to inquire about his apparent restlessness.

“Is there a problem, Si— Pier?”

He nodded, appearing hesitant to share his thoughts, but he eventually moved his chair closer to mine, seeking a measure of privacy in the bustling restaurant.

"I hope you don't mind if I sit beside you, just being careful so Gabriel won't overhear our conversation," he explained. Then, in a somewhat somber tone, he divulged the reason for his anxiety. "I received a message from my mother. They're here and want to meet you," he disclosed.

The words hung in the air, and my jaw dropped in disbelief. Panic surged through my veins like a sudden gust of wind. I looked at him in disbelief. Okay, I feel like it