"Oh my god, we didn't use anything!" The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water as I sat in Silas's room, my mind replaying our intimate encounter.
Silas looked up from where he was buttoning his shirt, confusion written across his face. "Use what?"
"Protection, Silas! Condoms!" My voice rose with panic as I frantically pulled on my clothes. "We didn't use any birth control!"
He blinked at me, his brow furrowed. "I don't understand what you're worried about."
"Pregnancy! I could get pregnant!" I was practically hyperventilating now, pacing the small confines of his room. "I'm not ready for a baby. I can't even handle being a Grey!"
Silas approached me cautiously, as if I were a spooked animal. "Hazel, calm down. It's highly unlikely—"
"Unlikely isn't impossible!" I cut him off, running my hands through my tangled hair. "Where I come from, this is how accidents happen. This is how lives get derailed."
"Accidents?"