Page 160 of Boys Who Hunt

By the time I’ve eaten half the stack, it finally dawns on me that all of this could just as well be another way to manipulate me into compliance. Make me his plaything. That’s all he wants, right?

And if Cora ever gets a taste of this … she might never want to leave.

I scoot back my chair. “I’m done.”

He frowns. “Already? You haven’t even tried the rest.”

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, running my tongue along my teeth.

He tilts his head. “Why are you being hunted down, and what did those men want from you?”

My eye twitches. I still refuse to answer.

“Fine. Another question. What was that red flower doing in Cora’s hand?”

I frown. “What fl—”

My pupils dilate, and I interrupt my own words.

Is he talking about that plastic flower from his little box under the bed?

“I … gave it to her. It seemed cheap. Meaningless.”

“It wasn’t,” he scoffs. “Yet you told me you gave it to a random girl.”

“Why is it so important to you?”

“So many questions we both refuse to answer,” he says.

Shit. He got me there.

Suddenly, Heath enters the room, and I don’t get the answer to the question burning in the back of my mind. He stops in the middle of the dining room when he sees Silas’s burning gaze.

“Uhh … am I interrupting something?”

“Didn’t get the message?” Silas grits.

“No, I don’t check my messages in the morning.” Heath yawns. “Not before breakfast.”

Silas rolls his eyes. “Figures.”

Guess we’re not alone after all.

“What? I’m hungry.” He sits down on the chair beside me. “Jesus, that is one order you placed, Silas.”

“I didn’t want our guests to go hungry,” Silas replies.

“We should have guests more often,” Heath jokes, putting a bunch of bacon and eggs on his plate as well as some fruit. “This all looks delish.” His eyes suddenly find mine after he’s checked my plate. “Aren’t you going to eat that?”

My cheeks flush. “I’ve had a bite.”

“You need some more to fill up those bony cheeks, twig,” Silas says.

Bony cheeks?!

I make a face at him, but he just stares back like he doesn’t even care.

“And I don’t mean your smile,” he adds with a grin.