Page 154 of The Midnight Order
Even death.
“You don’t have to rush on our account. You take your time with it.” Even though I feel the exact opposite, I’d love for her to review all the papers and provide us with all the necessary information to create a game plan.
However, I don’t want to push her too much, so I remain tight-lipped about my true wishes.
“I appreciate that. I have a question that’s been burning a hole through me, and I didn’t know which of you to ask. I knew Lowell was likely not the best one to ask.”
“Ask away.” I lean over the end of the island, coming mere inches from her. She angles toward me, either by instinct or on purpose.
Either way, I bask in her scent and attention like a cat mewling in the sun.
“Did you know Soliel was a witch?”
I open my mouth to answer, but Lowell strides into the room, beating me to it. “No. We did not.”
Silver sits straighter, the rouge in her cheeks deepening as she eyes him. He passes behind me, heading for the fridge for a bottle of blood.
Silver’s heart rate blooms in her chest, and I grin at her knowingly.
She berates me with a look, and I clear my throat.
“You don’t have a sense for those things?”
“Things?” I ask her, quirking a brow.
“I don’t know,”—she wafts her hand in the air—“supernatural things.”
“We can only sense what people give away unknowingly, little lamb. Like your heart rate right now, how it’s pattering away in your chest like a hummingbird’s. You can’t control that. Soliel had the power to glamour, to keep things close to her chest that she didn’t want to be found out.”
“Does it make you angry you didn’t know?” she asks him, and anxiety spikes through me.
Lowell isn’t someone to prod, but she doesn’t seem nervous in the slightest.
“Yes. It also makes me angry that we didn’t know about you. How many years did she suspect you could be what we were after and didn’t say a word? How many years did she keep you from us?”
“So her being let in the wards, was it because of me?” Silver looks between us.
“I think so,” Corvin adds as he walks into the room with Asher on his heels.
Asher winks at Silver, and her blush deepens.
If she is our key, she’s well on her way to solidifying relationships with each of us, and my heart sings when I realize this.
Whether or not she realizes it, she’s becoming a part of this order.
“Did you ever live with Soliel in that house?” I ask her.
“She didn’t,” Lowell answers, his searing gaze locking on Silver. “I would’ve sensed her from miles away.”
“No. I never did.”
“When did she buy it? How old were you? What year was it?” Lowell doesn’t ease his gaze as he watches her search her memories.
“I don’t—I don’t know…”
“We need to unlock her memories.” Lowell smacks the island, causing Silver to jump.
“If it’s a magical glamour, I don’t see how we can,” I add.
