"I already decided," Silas said.
He was sitting in the same spot he'd occupied the evening before. The morning light was grey and flat.
His expression hadn't changed from last night, which told Alistair the decision had been made before the question was ever asked.
"I just wanted to hear how you'd answer," Silas added, his voice maintaining that soft, controlled edge.
Alistair looked at him, then clicked his tongue in a sharp, rhythmic snap. "You could have said that before I spent ten minutes being painfully honest. I could have saved the breath."
"Your honesty was the point," Silas said, finally turning his gaze to Alistair. "If you'd given me the recruitment pitch instead, if you'd tried to sell me a dream, I would have left as soon as your back was turned."
