Chapter 13. Terms

Wren POV

He made the offer in a twenty-four-hour diner, under a flickering sign that said PIE in pink neon, at eight o'clock at night, still wearing a T-shirt with someone else's blood on it.

"Date me," Silas said.

I put my fork down.

He held up a hand before I could reach for my phone. "Not really. Obviously." He looked almost offended at the idea. "Pretend. In public. For a while."

I picked up my phone.

Why would I ever do that?

"Because right now I'm following you from fifty feet back like a creep, and people are taking pictures." His jaw tightened. "If you're my girlfriend, I don't need to hide. I can walk you to class. Sit with you at lunch. Stand next to you at a party, and nobody thinks twice."

People already think twice.

"People think I'm doing something weird," he corrected. "They'll stop thinking that