Distraction was the only cure for anger.
Silver had barely recovered from her explosive confrontation with Eli outside the library—his hurt expression when she'd lashed out at him for defending her against Leona still burned in her memory like a brand she couldn't escape. The guilt was eating at her from the inside, but she was too proud and too raw to consider apologizing for rejecting help she'd desperately needed but couldn't accept.
When she'd finally returned to their Gothic tower room, emotionally drained and looking for nothing more than quiet solitude to process the disasters of her day, she should have recognized the warning signs immediately. Americus had that particular glint in her dark eyes—the kind of predatory sparkle that historically spelled trouble for everyone within a fifty-foot radius.
