I tried to smile, some nervous instinct still hoping this might turn out to be nothing.
“Silas, don’t scare me.”
His expression shifted, and my skin went cold before he’d said another word.
“I have to,” he said quietly. “Because when you married me, you agreed to something far bigger than a name on paper.”
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