Chapter 13: A black file
Silas's POV
"Did you get hurt? Do you need my help to stand up?"
Damon offered his help, but I had already gotten up on my own. I didn't need anyone's assistance.
"There's no need," I said and continued taking my shower. After finishing, I wore a white T-shirt paired with his black jacket and black pants.
Once I was ready and opened the room's door, Damon was standing right there, scrolling through his phone.
"Why are you standing here? Wait, don't tell me you've been standing here all this time."
Is Damon a pervert? Why was he standing outside the bathroom?
"I thought if you fell again, I'd be here to help," he said.
His words sounded unreasonable to me, so I touched his shoulder, pushed him aside, and walked forward.
"Fine, then. I'm leaving now," I said as I moved toward the door. But suddenly, I felt a grip on my hand, and he pulled me close to him in one swift motion.
"Where do you think you're going? You're a rogue, aren't you? So you're definitely not heading to the pack, right?"