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I don’t know what to say. I move closer. When I stop before him, I grab his hand, squeezing.
“I appreciate that more than you know. And I will consider all…”—I turn and look over the room before turning back—“this,” I finish.
“That’s all I ask.”
When he leans down, resting his forehead against mine, it feels as if the same drugs from this afternoon surge through me. It’s not until his lips meet mine that I realize it’s not drugs. It’s him.
He has this effect on me.
This is also something I must consider while considering my gene.
Because it’s becoming more apparent that once triggered, I’ll be the next member of the Midnight Order.
And to join the order, one must be sure.
Chapter 34
Asher
Lowell looksas if he’s going to rip the throats out of every resident of Blackmoore. Not that I blame him. Part of me would rather be back at the manor with Corvin. I know he’s reeling because of what happened, but he’s going to bury himself in work and analyze her blood to find the specific blend of drugs used to get to us. It’s what he does.
Jasper urged me to keep Lowell on a tight leash as he made Silver dinner and got the drugs flushed from her system.
Her heated gaze flashes through my mind. How she looked at the piercings in my dick like she wanted to taste them. How her teeth sank into her bottom lip hard enough to draw her sweet blood.
“Will you focus? I can feel your energy from here,” Lowell grumbles, pushing inside the coffee shop with enough fervor to rip the door off its hinges.
“Good evening,” Karen says, turning away from wiping down the counter behind her.
Her eyes grow worried as she takes in the state of Lowell.
“Nothing good about this evening, Karen.” My smirk is thin-lipped as I stuff my hands in my pockets.
It’s best to let Lowell do whatever he’s going to and then clean up the mess.
“You served Jasper and Silver earlier today?” Lowell asks her, his tone murderous.
“I did, yes. Only a few hours ago, matter of fact.” Karen’s eyes look up at the analog clock on the wall.
“Andyoumade the coffee that you served them?” he prods.
I hear Karen’s next swallow. Her eyes flick toward me, but I nod to urge her on.
“I did. What’s this about, sire? If you don’t mind my asking.”
Lowell hisses, leaping over the counter at Karen.
She backs away as quickly as he’d moved, but he’s far older.
Pinning her to the counter, Lowell glares down at her.
The sound of leaking milk, knocked over from the scuffle, is the only sound in the coffee shop as I turn and flip the sign on the door to ‘Closed’.
“It’s about the drugs in my girl’s system. It’s about how we thought she would be safe here in Blackmoore, amongst our people, amongstmychildren.”
While Lowell sired quite a lot of the town, I’m to blame for most of their immortality. But because Jasper is Lowell’s, and I’m Jasper’s…
“Drugs?” Karen asks, and even I can hear the truth in her question.
