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And it scares me.
We’re like a ticking time bomb, and I don’t know what’ll set us off, but it feels like the other shoe is hanging over the manor, waiting for the right time to drop.
“I need a moment,” I hiss, pulling back. I know my face has changed, and the tang of venom makes my stomach churn with hunger.
With every ounce of willpower, I stride away from Silver, making my way into my study before slamming the door.
I shuck the top off a bottle of O Negative and chug, instantly revolted by the taste and how the cold, synthetic stuff hits my stomach.
I gag, wiping my mouth as I toss the bottle in the trash.
I hadn’t lied. Silver is quickly becoming the only thing any of us wants. And I know it’s about to hit a head.
Chapter 41
Silver
Trudgingpast the fountain with the bottle of blood in my hand, I don’t know if what I’m headed to do is the wisest decision I’ve ever made, but my feet still move one in front of the other, carrying me toward my aunt’s desolate house. I know I can find him lurking there.
He’s always there.
Whenever Lowell’s distressed, I can’t just leave well enough alone. I don’t know why. There’s this urge in my stomach telling me to make it better, telling me to fix it.
The bottle of synthetic blood in my hand symbolizes the change in my world I never knew was coming. Only a few months ago, I was just a city girl living the New York City dream. Now, I live in a world of blood, confusion, and vampires.
I find Lowell hidden amongst the fir trees, where they blend into the red maples, shifting back and forth on his feet. His stare is directly connected to my house, even though I’m not there.
“Lowell.”
He doesn’t turn, only hangs his head. A sigh of disbelief and frustration bleeds out of him. “How stupid can you be?”
My mouth hangs open, partly in annoyance, the other part in anger, as he turns and rushes me in the blink of an eye. Blood sloshes out of the bottle, coating my hand.
However, I don’t have time to think about how it’s seeping into my skin. Lowell’s red, deranged eyes are peering into my soul, and a shiver sets in my spine.
“You can’t leave well enough alone, can you? That’s what’s wrong with you!”
I swallow.
His hand sinks into my hair, and ignorantly, my stomach flips as he tightens his grip. It’s the way Lowell loves: rough.
“What is that ungodly smell?” His upper lip lifts as he looks over my body.
“I—”
“What are you doing with that?” Snatching the bottle from me, he looks like he’s going to throw it through the woods.
“Jasper said you’re not feeding. He’s worried.”
“Jasper needs to learn his place. Seems I’ve let his power as might right-hand go to his head. Maybe he needs to be taught a lesson.”
My heart races as I contemplate the possibility of a fight between them because of me.
Lowell turns back toward the house, his hand still gripping the blood.
He knows he needs to feed, then.
“No! He didn’t send me here. I came to see if you’d drink it for me and if you’d tell me about…” I swallow, trailing off.
