It's not that I don't believe Silas when he tells me who he really is. It's that I don't want to. Of all the families in all the world, that boy had to be a Fairfield.
In retrospect, I should have guessed as much. A guy sneaking around the Acre Hotel, so irrationally handsome it leaves me breathless? There's only one bloodline he could've come from.
One night. That's how long it takes before I'm hooked.
Silas shows me, over and over again, that he isn't like his family. He comes from a life of bad luck and hard work, like me. We could have something incredible. And for a while, we do.
I give him everything. Every piece of me I've never given anyone else. I should have known it would come back to break me.
After all, he is a Fairfield.
Contains mature themes.