Page 95 of Glass

And on my hand. Silas doesn’t let go of me as he tows me to the table. He stops, staring down at Rafe. “Shift over.”

My jaw sets as Rafe blinks, before he slides his plate down the table and moves, leaving a space between him and Silas’s empty seat that Silas pushes me down into. “Stay there.”

“Stop ordering me around,” I snap back at him. “Just because we had sex last night, you don’t get to act like a damn caveman, Silas.”

My words sink into the silence. Rafe and Kit freeze, before they turn their heads to look at Silas. A dull flush spreads across his cheekbones as he glances down at me.

“I hadn’t mentioned that yet,” he grits out.

Oh. I sink back into my chair, praying for the ground to swallow me up. The atmosphere in the room ratchets up as Silas grabs a plate and starts spooning food onto it from the trays in the center. My stomach growls at the smell, and he eyes me as he puts the plate down.

And then he puts something else down next to my plate. Something small, and white.

“What’s this?” I ask, picking the tablet up and turning it over in my hand.

But next to me, Rafe chokes. “Silas,” he snaps.

Kit leans forward silently and pours me a cup of coffee, but I can see his lip twitching.

Silas sighs as he sits down. “Birth control, Anastasia. Until we can get you an appointment.”

My eyes fly up from the small white tablet, my neck prickling with embarrassment. “And you had to give it to menow?”

“It’s better with food,” he says shortly. His eyes rise to meet mine, and they soften.

“I don’t plan to stop being inside you anytime soon,” he says quietly. My cheeks flush for an entirely different reason. “And sinceeveryonein this room has a responsibility to keep you safe, I thought we should start as we mean to go on.”

Beside me, Rafe stops breathing. Kit’s hand pauses where he’s pouring milk into my cup, violet eyes flashing to mine.

Silas says it soeasily. As though he assumes… I start to cough.

“I just had sex for thefirst fucking time,” I snap when I can catch my breath. Silas opens his mouth, but I hold up my hand, glaring at him. “I am not nearly experienced enough to deal with this conversation, Silas.”

Nor am I brave enough to look directly at the two men keeping very, very quiet as Silas and I face off.

He holds firm. “It’s better to be prepared. I won’t apologize for protecting you.”

I stare. “Protecting me? We’re not in the fuckingmiddle ages!”

Although spare me from the thought of giving birth to a mini fuckingdictatorlike the man in front of me. He’d probably pop out with a whip in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

Silas crosses his arms. “Take the damn tablet, Stasi.”

Mutinous, I pick it up and throw it into my mouth, chasing it down with a swig of coffee. “Happy now?”

Silas returns my glare with a smooth look, happy now he’s gotten his way. “Am I happy now that I can fuck you without worrying about your health? Absolutely.”

“Fantastic,” I mutter sarcastically. I pull the plate towards me, picking up my fork and digging into the eggs. At least there’s no bacon. “Demanding, overbearing ass.”

I thought there was supposed to be some sort of post-coital glow?

A fluffy, pink kind of happy haze?

And all I get is a birth control tablet handed to me over breakfast and a public discussion on the future of my sex life.

I feel fuckingcheated.

When I glance back to Silas, he’s watching me. And he looks… guilty.