Silas's POV
Hearing the knock on my door, I quickly got off my bed and walked toward it. When I opened the door, I saw Kael standing there.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
I was really pissed off seeing him at my door.
"Nothing," he said casually before turning around and walking back to his room.
I just stood there, dumbfounded. What was that? Why the hell did he knock if he wasn't going to say anything? Does he enjoy annoying me that much? He really is a bastard.
Frustrated, I slammed my door loudly—just to make sure Kael knew I was pissed. If he dared to bother me again, I swear I would've slammed his head against the door instead.
I went back to bed, and this time, when I fell asleep, no one disturbed me.
By the time I woke up, it was already evening. I got out of bed, stretched, and headed downstairs.
As I reached the kitchen, I saw Shine cooking something.
"What are you making, Shine?" I asked, scratching my head as I sat on a chair.
