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“You should be, you fiend.”
He stands and tugs me with him, leading me to our bedroom. While we’re still learning to adapt to having Silver in the order, I think all the pieces will fall into place soon.
Hopefully, once the curse is broken, nothing will change.
Things can only get better, right?
Chapter 51
Silver
Jasper isin bed when I sneak through the small crack in the door. Light spills in from the hall, leading me toward the unoccupied side of the bed. The four-poster, lifted frame requires steps beside it. I ascend them, tugging back the covers and sliding beneath.
Jasper never moves. Never speaks.
He’s lost in his head, and it’s why I came in here. I could see his distant, troubled look when he left our meeting. Even with how close I’d been growing to Corvin and Asher and how much I wanted to go back to bed with them, I felt the urge to follow Jasper.
Snuggling into his side, I swipe his brown hair away from the edge of the mask’s top, hating that I haven’t been able to make it fall off already.
“Why are you in here?” he asks hoarsely.
He’s as affected by my presence as I am by his.
“Because you needed company.”
He scoffs. “I’ll live.”
I sigh. The way they toss jokes around about their immortality never seems to be in good fun. It always seems like self-pity.
“I know you’ll live.”
“You’re better off with one of them tonight.” His tone had fallen flat on the wordthem.
I hate that my world colliding with theirs is causing this animosity to grow in him. Thorns of antipathy are winding their way around his heart, and I’m ready to take up arms against them. To fight my way through them back to him.
“I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” I whisper, leaning on my elbow to lean closer. My hand splays on his left cheek, half on his skin, half on his mask.
He allows me to turn his face against mine. My nose skims over his lips, rutting up to find them like a babe on a nipple as my breath expels heatedly against his mouth.
“How are you so sure of yourself when you don’t even know who you are?” he asks, and I sputter.
I back up a few inches to peer down into his damning red eyes.
His bedroom has paneled windows with hood molding surrounding them. They come to peek, and he always has their curtains wide open. The moon illuminates his face, allowing me to watch the struggle within him.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re nothing like her.” His hand skims over my arm, goosebumps chasing his touch.
“Will you tell me about her? I know how it ended. How did it begin?”
He smiles as if remembering. “She wandered into town. Much like you did, she was breathtaking. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”
“Like Lowell with me?”
“Like any of us with you.”
That fills my chest with warmth, swelling it.
