Page 91 of The Stone Secret
Fuck…He knows. He fucking knows. And of course Selas would know. How could she not, being around the two of them…together.
Selas’s eyes narrow. “What did you see, Curi?”
“I didn’t see anything.”
She takes a step closer. “What did you smell?”
“Fuck,” Touron says softly.
She knows that I know. “I care about Cameron. I would never do anything to hurt her.”
Selas nods. “Good.” She looks to Touron. “I’ll leave you to explain things.” She strides out of the door, leaving me stunned and aching with a weird sense of loss that I can’t understand.
Touron puts his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s take a walk.”
* * *
CAM
Willowman examined me by shining a light in my eyes and checking my pulse while the elite stood around the sofa waiting for a verdict.
“What did you eat and drink tonight?” Willowman asked.
“What? Um…just supper with you guys, then maybe a couple of drinks at the party.”
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“Why does that matter?” Orix asked.
“I’m not sure it does, but the symptoms are consistent with being drugged.”
Serath stepped forward with a menacing growl. “Someone drugged her?”
My skin zinged at the sound of his voice.
“I can’t say for sure,” Willowman said. “This could simply be an acceleration of whatever maturing developments are happening to Cameron, or…”
“Or what?”
“Or a result of denying the mate bond.”
My shoulders sagged. “You mean this could get worse?”
“I honestly don’t know.” Willowman stood and straightened, looking down at me with a sigh. “You’re a halfblood, and this is new territory.”
I hated not knowing, but one thing I was certain of. “It can’t be drugs. I only took food and drink from people I trust.”
“Someone could have injected you,” Prasan said. “Your stone skin wouldn’t activate if you weren’t aware of the threat on some level, but any wound would have healed by now.” He ran his hands through his hair in obvious agitation.
“I don’t think it’s drugs either,” Orix said. “Unless someone wanted to take advantage of you, there would be no point of using such a drug.”
“Weren’t you with the Mason boy?” Prasan asked.
I didn’t like what he was implying. “Mason didn’t do anything to me. He wouldn’t…I…I begged him to, and he wouldn’t.” Damn, I sounded lame.
“She’s right. He had no such intention,” Serath said. “He was keeping her safe.”
