Page 183 of The Midnight Order
Chapter 47
Corvin
We’reall sitting around the dinner table that we rarely even notice is still a fixture in the dining room. The dim light from the chandelier overhead buzzes. Asher’s leg beside me bounces nervously, and I drop my hand to it, giving him a slight smirk.
“You saw me in my aunt’s house? And she was… using magic on me,” Silver recounts, as Jasper stares at her intently.
“Yes.”
“I mean, we knew someone was using magic on her. Who else would, other than Soliel? It makes sense,” I add.
Lowell sits at the head of the table, Silver on his lap.
He looks very much the regal part for once, instead of looking like one of us who doesn’t belong.
Silver’s bringing him back into the fold, back to reality.
“Yes, but how much of her memories were messed with?” Lowell mutters. “Magic has a cost, and it can also leave scars. How the fuck do we undo centuries of glamour work from her mind?”
He has a point. Magic can leave deep scars in the psyche that aren’t reversible.
Unless…
“When she turns, if she triggers her gene, she should be cleared of any magic in her system. Her entire being goes through a transformation, becoming something entirely new. It should wipe the haze from her mind,” I tell them.
“She’s not triggering her fucking gene! Aurelias will know the second she feeds,” Lowell snarls, his hand coming down on the table in a loud thud.
Now Asher gives my thigh a steadying squeeze.
“It’s the only suggestion I have now,” I whisper.
That has Jasper looking worried, his red eyes catching mine for a split second.
“Did you ever get our blood fully analyzed?” Silver tries her best to break the tension in the room, but her question will only add more when I tell them what I found.
“Yes.”
“Elaborate. I don’t have time for fucking games,” Lowell says, his tone leaving no room for bullshit.
I sigh. “There was a mix of street drugs, but there was…” I close my eyes, swallowing.
Lowell is going to lose his shit, and I’m not ready.
Asher’s hand tightens on my leg.
“Corvin, so help me?—”
“Blood. There were traces of blood in the mixture. It was so minute and tough to detect inside your blood samples. However, there was DNA that belonged to none of us in the sampling.”
Lowell sits forward, his eyes turning deadly.
Like I thought, he’ll do anything to protect Silver, even kill.
“What does that mean?” asks Jasper.
“It means that someone tried to trigger her fucking curse.” Lowell’s arm tightens around Silver, and she instinctively wiggles back into his body for protection.
“Someone tried to force me to feed?”
