Page 38 of The Midnight Order
“Can you leave me unbound?” I ask, voice shaky from the entire experience with Asher.
He thinks it over, his red, calculating eyes searching my face.
“I know the town knows. I know I can’t escape. Just let me watchYellowstonein peace until you decide what to do with me?” I manage a grin, and he laughs.
“If you try anything funny, I’ll let Lowell have you,” he tells me.
I toss my hands up, remembering how it felt to have Lowell lingering near me. “I’ll behave.”
“Your results should be in by the end of the day,” he says, and I note sadness in his tone.
It seems even though he hasn’t actually spent too much time in the room with me, he’s enjoyedhis time.
“Well,” I pat the bed, “spend the rest of the time here with me.”
He turns, pulling a face of confusion I can see even with the mask partially concealing it.
“Come on. I don’t slow down. I assume you don’t either. Come watch TV and be a vegetable with me.”
He shrugs. “What the hell.”
“That’s the spirit!” I pull the covers back and allow him to slide under.
I don’t know if inviting a vampire to have a bingeathon with you is a brilliant idea, but I’m winging it at this point.
Chapter 11
Corvin
The first fewmoments on the bed with Silver feel odd. Asher is chomping at the bit to be let at her, and I technically could allow him his time with her, but the jealous side of me, who can’t let that happen, tells me to hold him off even longer.
One would think I’d be over this by now, this insistent need to control my surroundings and keep Asher all to myself, especially when it’s the root of why we’re cursed.
“Have you ever watched this?” she asks me.
“I honestly didn’t know we had cable.” I turn to look at her, and a smirk plays at her lips, the likes of which I’d love to keep on her face until it grows wrinkled and weathered.
I chastise myself for the thought and turn back to the screen.
She settles back into the bed, pulling the covers to her chin. “I know what you mean. Do you know I don’t think I’ve watched television in years? Probably ten. Sad, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think it’s sad. You likely live a life too full of culture to glue yourself to a machine and tune the world out.”
Her sigh seems sad, but I keep staring at the cowboys on the backs of horses as they try to lasso a steer into a chute for vaccinations.
“No. Nothing like that. I was working. Always working.”
“That’s good, isn’t it? You were building a life for yourself, building an empire.”
I realize I don’t know what she does, and I could be speaking out of school entirely once I learn her profession.
“What do you do?”
“I’m a real estate broker. Top one in New York City, and sure, like you said, I’ve built an empire, but for what? I haven’t lived. I have spent none of the money on anything I wanted to. That’s what this was for, this trip. I was going to do something for myself and renovate Great Aunt Soliel’s house. Now, that plan’s gone to shit…”
“I don’t think it needs to go to complete shit,” I blurt without thinking.
Jasper isn’t the coven leader, but he’s the one we listen to more often than not, and therefore, everything comes down to his say-so, but it’s too late to turn back now.
