Chapter Seventeen

Clarissa

Dacre and Silas were walking in, probably to also shove some food down their throat. They were still clad in their same clothes so I guess even they had not found a temporary place to stay.

As Dacre was climbing the stairs, his gaze fell on me, and for a moment, he stilled. Silas, who had been climbing the small flight of stairs behind him, bumped into him and scowled,

“Why did you stop?”

For a moment, Dacre held my gaze and I thought that he would say something or come to talk to me. My face brightened a little but he simply turned to the side and occupied a table on the far end, away from us.

They both walked past the table of the friends who had been gawking at me earlier. But, only now I knew that my choice of words had been wrong.

What they were doing to Dacre and Silas with their eyes was gawking. They were simply staring at the two as if the boys didn’t even belong to the mortal world and were Gods who had decided to visit the puny realm of mortals.

Silas turned