Page 84 of The Midnight Order
Asher shifts away from my back, inching toward where Corvin is nearing the exit.
Are they about to leave me alone with him?
“Answer me. I’m not a patient male, little lamb.”
I swallow thickly, watching Corvin and Asher slip out of the door behind Lowell as Corvin mouths to me:I’m getting Jasper, keep him distracted.
I nod, more to myself than them.
I’ve got this.
I can do this.
I question that affirmation as Lowell rushes me, toppling me over the fallen punching bag.
He looms over me with a sick grin on his lips. “I love the hunt, Silver. But hunting you without end has me crazed.”
His tone is dark, gravelly. It rakes against my nerve endings as I scramble toward what looks to be a bench meant for some kind of sexual act.
I stand, using the foot of the contraption to lift onto my feet.
“Why were you hunting me?” I ask, trying to do the thing Corvin told me to, distract.
“Because you weren’t in your bed when I came back to the house.”
“Where did you go?” I swallow. “When I woke, you were gone.”
His chest bumps mine, backing me up.
My hand grips the black leather of the bench behind me.
“Why? Did you miss me?”
Lowell always seems insane, but tonight, he looks a bit more so. Like his missing me had driven him into this state.
Or maybe my getting close to his secrets last night in the form of his scars caused this?
I don’t know, but his frenzied side is on the loose, and my stomach is winding into kinks.
The way his red eyes gleam at me ruefully behind his mask has me wanting to beg for forgiveness when I’ve done nothing to warrant it.
I eye the door where Jasper still doesn’t stand in its fissure, and my breathing speeds.
Lowell flicks his hand behind him, slamming the door with a wave of magic I don’t yet understand.
I’m suddenly very aware of his immortality and how easily he could kill me.
He can’t, though, I realize.
I’m the key to everything they want.
Though he seems to take his time assessing whether I’m the key to his curse.
He almost seemed reluctant when I mentioned it.
Scared, even.
“Did you miss me when you woke without me?” he asks, and my vulnerability heightens as he runs his finger along the prominent vein in my throat.
