Holly Wyatt's eyes were squeezed shut, and she flinched slightly.
The howling was still too deafening; she could barely stand it.
'Heh heh heh! That way of holding hands!!! Only people in a really intimate relationship do that!! Awooo~ Awooo~ It looks like the cub really isn't going back to the Fletcher family!! Ahh!! Hahahahaha! Awooo~ This is great!'
Holly's fingertips trembled. Ripples spread through her heart, and a thrill shot through her entire body.
She nervously licked her lips, her hand hovering loosely over Silas Thornton's. She was just about to take his hand and lead him toward the dining room.
Silas instantly tightened his grip, leaving not a single gap between their clasped hands. Not even air could squeeze through.
Holly's eyes widened in surprise, and she shot a quick glance at Silas beside her.
Silas maintained his usual proper and serious expression. "Let's go."
Holly pressed her lips together, lowered her gaze, and followed his lead.
