Okay, no, that wasn't true. He was pissed off. Mike was dead, leaving his sister without the love of her life and him without one of his brothers. And even though he'd been the head of security, been the one to keep everyone safe, and even given his life trying to do just that? Just because he wasn't prince of the compound like Zimmerman had been, he barely got any recognition. That made him pissed at everyone, but especially Alghren, for doing her thing and trying to stick her nose in people's business and make a memorial for someone who wasn't even her family. That wasn't her job. Little Miss fucking Perfect, taking jobs that were better suited for other people.
And now she'd taken Silas, too. He should've been at the memorial. Should've helped Brandon with it. But because of Alghren, he wasn't there. Not only that, but Silas had actually seen fit to defend her when Brandon called him out on all this shit.
So, now not only was he dealing with a pair of heartbroken sisters and a dead brother, but he was losing his other brother, too.
Lose my nimber, Silas had said. That wasn't something that Silas would normally say. Alghren was changing him. That was why he'd have preferred that crush stay distant. He didn't need her. He could do better. As it stood right now, though, he figured they deserved each other. The busybody slut and the abandoning asshole.
It was time for his security shift. He'd taken late night—a drastic change from what he usually did, since he was usually either a morning or late afternoon kind of guy—mostly to avoid Silas. As he made his way up to the secretarial room to sign in for his shift, he planned to make it quick. Avoid Silas at all costs, because he didn't know what he'd do if he saw him.
But of course, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted him. Obviously. If he wanted to seek him out, he could've gone weeks without seeing him, but if he was trying to fucking avoid, he wouldn't be able to go a day without seeing him. “Out of my way,” he snarled.