Chapter 475: Tuesday. CIA Safe House, London, United Kingdom.

EKKO PACED THE LENGTH of the bar, back and forth, her eyes locked on a shirtless Silas leaning against the kitchen counter.

He'd gone and gotten himself hurt.

The idiot man.

Silas' face scrunched up.

"What are you doing?" She braced her hands on the bar.

Paxton glanced at her. "Making the stitches tight."

"Do you have to?" She gestured at Silas. "Look at his face."

"He's a wimp," Paxton said.

"I'm a wimp?" Silas snorted though his voice was strained. "Should I tell her about that one time I had to..."

Paxton's scowl silenced Silas. "We agreed we were never talking about that."

Silas merely grinned and winked at her.

How was he so cavalier about this?

She should go to him. She should help.

Except she was banned from the kitchen for trying to help.

Ekko wrapped her arms around herself and forced herself to watch.

She'd woken up alone, fuzzy headed and with nothing but a two sentence note informing her about where everyone had gone.

That had been hours ago. She'd been read