Elora’s POV
Showering quickly, I get out and quickly chuck on a shirt and some knickers, waiting patiently for Abigail to come so I can warn her about the seer stones. So I can tell her to make sure she remains hidden on the day and to tell her family to go into hiding. I also didn’t want to stay in their room on the off chance my magic manifests tonight. I knew the chances were slim, but if they did, I was unaware of what to expect and if the change would be noticeable.
Around 7PM the door finally opened and in stepped Abigail with a tray of food. She smiled nervously at me and I jumped up, moving toward the door. I could tell she was trying to warn me as her eyes darted to mine full of alarm. After a second or two, I understood why she was so nervous when Silas walked in behind her. I mentally cursed and hoped he wouldn’t stay long. But when he went and sat at the table, I realised she had actually brought in two plates and knew he was planning on staying. Abigail didn’t speak a word, just left the plates and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Silas sat expectantly at the table, waiting for me to join him. Taking my seat at the small table, he leans back, watching me. I suddenly felt nervous under his watchful eyes and I knew he could hear my heart racing, pounding in my chest.
“You’re staying?” I ask, hoping he wouldn’t confirm my fears. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“That depends,”
“On?” I ask, fidgeting with my fingers under the table.
“How truthful you are being” My eyes dart to his and my heart rate skips a beat, and his eyes darken and I could tell he heard the change in my heart rate.
“Why are you nervous?” he asks, and I instantly stop fidgeting and go to pick up my fork, only then realising how bad my hands are trembling.
“Are you going to answer?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“You may not like my answer”
“Doesn’t matter, I want to hear it,” he says, reaching for his fork and twirling pasta around it.
“You make me nervous,” I tell him truthfully. He nods in understanding before bringing his fork to his lips, chewing before speaking.
“Eat,” he says pointing to my plate and I quickly scoop some up, chewing slowly. We eat in silence and when he is done, he sits back watching me. I go to put my fork down when I see him shake his head.
“Eat all of it” he says, and I sigh before forcing in another mouthful.
“I have been thinking?” I fight the urge to spit out something sarcastic.
“About?”
“Why you suddenly changed this afternoon and figured, you had a reason” I shake my head even though I was actually trying to please them so I could have the freedom to sleep in my room and be away from them.
“Don’t deny it, this morning you were pissed then you seemed fine. Then When I walked in with Abigail, I could see you got nervous, your heart rate beating erratically,”
I try to come up with an excuse that he won’t question.
“I want to know what you are hiding,”
“I’m not hiding anything” I answer quickly.
“So, you won’t mind sleeping in our room then” As soon as the words left his lips, my heart rate spiked. I wouldn’t be able to slip away, they would wake to the slightest of noises.
“So, I will ask you again, what are you hiding, Elora?”
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