Sang's reserve (COMPLETE)

What are they doing?

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Silas's POV:

Violet was strange, really strange. Her eyes filled with fear, with anger and, pity, of all things, as she looked at us all. Or at least when she looked at most of us, Gabe, Corey and Marc, of all groups of people were spared the glare. Me, I think I saw disappointment, in her gaze when she watched me. Major disappointment, it swirled in amongst the other emotions, deep within her bright green eyes. It didn't feel good, why would this girl, one I have never met before, be disappointed in me? What have I ever done to her? The most disconcerting thing is that I'm with Kayli, i neráida mou, now and I can't stop thinking about her.

Kayli, i neráida mou, has her favourites from day to day, but how else is a relationship supposed to work with this many people. We each have set days, and the rest of the time is more as though we are... acquaintances. But we... love her so it works. Yet Violet... she made me remember stuff I'd rather not. While looking like, some kind of... crazy hippy with her purple hair. Kayli, i neráida mou, rolls so she's almost on top of me, she snuggles into my neck, kissing her way up my jaw line towards my lips. I have to stop myself from pushing her off. What's going on, why is Luke on my mind right now. He betrayed us, he betrayed i neráida mou, he has children. I want to talk to North, ask him if he ever thinks about him? But I can't. North's been missing for well over a month now, everyone seems to have written him off as a traitor as well now... but North?

Why aren't more of us looking for him? I mean, I've looked, but I'm not good at using any kind of technology. I tried asking Victor, but he shrugged am muttered something about being busy. Too busy to find one of his brothers? I have a feeling that Mr. B asked him not to look, but I don't know why, and it's killing me. What I really don't understand though is the fact that I didn't really think that it was that much of an issue before I talked to Violet, we didn't even talk about him, we didn't even really talk, just sort of sat there, she asked me a few questions and then wrote some words, then asked me to send someone else in. Sure, I looked hard for North, for a few weeks, but I haven't tried in days, how do I know that there isn't a clue that I missed, or one that might have surfaced within the last week? Something that proofs his not a traitor! I can't even believe that Luke is a traitor, not really, but North... I've known him for longer than anyone else and I know him!

Why do I have the feeling that there is something else that should be an issue... something to do with Gabe and Corey? I may be big in appearance, but it doesn't mean my brain doesn't work, something is niggling at me...

"Silas..." something's calling my name, "SILAS!" her voice goes from soft and seductive to snappy when I don't answer, oops.

"Yes, i neráida mou?" I wince, while she makes it totally obvious that she likes my accent, she doesn't like the fact that she can't understand what I'm saying. It's not like I haven't offered to teach her, but every time she make some strange excuse.

"How many times..."

"Yes, my fairy?" I correct myself before she can finish the normal sentence. In return she shoots me a loving look and strokes though my hair with one delicate hand.

"I was just asking if you fancied going upstairs..." she grips my arm and slides her hand down until she grips my own, tugging me to my feet. I catch a few jealous looks from Nathen and Brandon. Mr. B turns briefly as Kayli, i neráida mou, brushes a hand over his head, he kisses her palm, watching with that millimetre smile on his face. I've never seen him smile fully, not ever at her; it's never bugged me before.

"Look, i ner... my fairy," I cough slightly unsure what I'm doing, "I'm not feeling great!" I cough again, feeling more confident as Gabe looks up watching me from lowered brows. Kayli, i neráida mou, freezes. She hates the thought of being ill, she doesn't even talk to us if we even show the slightest signs. Her fingers un-clench from round mine and she drops my hand, barely hiding her cringe, she glances around for a new target. Her eyes land on Corey, who's still typing.