67
Imogen’s pov
We entered the house and barely a word was said to each other.
He had taken out a cigarette from his stash and had lit it up as I could smell it from where I stood.
“You can’t just stop like it, Silas,” I queried.
He didn’t say anything, instead he took in a quick draw of the cigar and...
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