Page 119 of The Midnight Order
I shove the feeling back as I can’t resist the urge to heel and slide onto his lap.
He rubs the back of his index finger down my cheek. “Sweetheart,” he says, and a shiver tumbles through my spine.
I’d never considered myself sweet or even meek until I met the four of them.
On the contrary, I had trouble dating in the city because men were intimidated by me.
My heartbeat pounds away in my chest as he turns my face, his fingers on my chin.
Tipping my face, he scans his gaze over my throat and growls.
“I’m fine,” I answer quickly, knowing what he’s looking at.
Lowell wasn’t easy when he nearly choked me lifeless, and the marks from his fingers will be there for days, possibly even longer.
“If I could kill him, I would.”
The sentiment does something to my insides, but I don’t want them fighting over me.
“You can’t kill him?”
He shakes his head. “No. I can’t. Killing him would kill me. All of his line dies with him.”
“All of you would die,” I breathe.
“Essentially.”
Worry makes my heart skip a beat like a rock over the glassy top of a lake.
“Don’t worry, Sweet Silver, we made it this far. I don’t think you’ll be our demise.”
“Lowell does.”
“He said that?”
“He says a lot of things.”
“You unnerve him. I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but it will take some getting used to.”
Leaning forward, I let my forehead rest on his. “This is all too much. The curse, my lineage, all of it.”
“I know. I’m sorry to have pulled you into this.”
“Are you?” I draw back and look into his red eyes behind his mask.
He nods. “I am. Even if I know you’ll be the greatest love of our long lives.”
His words slam into my chest and burrow, creating a hole that only they can fill.
Jasper pats me on the butt, and I stand. “Come, let’s go into town for some coffee.”
“I already had coffee,” I tell him honestly. Surely, he could smell it on me.
“You’re telling me now there’s a limit on your consumption?”
I laugh and take his hand as he offers it. “Can I drive?”
Chapter 31
