Page 155 of The Midnight Order
“Our usual tricks might not be enough,” Corvin points out.
“We’d need a witch,” Asher realizes.
The room flutters with energy, but no one moves or speaks.
“Do you… Know a witch?” Silver asks.
All eyes snap to that fucking fountain in the yard, where the blood of the last witch we knew ran through it in pools.
“I do,” Lowell says gruffly.
“We can’t contact her. Not after what she did to you. Not after everything.”
“We could just speak to the ghost wandering the grounds.” Asher snorts, knowing full well Silver’s in the room and we haven’t told her about that yet.
Silver looks at me, curiosity dancing in her eyes, but I give her a curt shake of my head.
She tosses me a subtle nod of understanding.
“I am going to scour my results. Asher, you coming?” Corvin says, sensing the tension in the room thickening.
“Right behind you,” Asher answers, stopping to give Silver a prolonged kiss on her lips.
Corvin looks on, waiting at the threshold. I recognize his longing stare as he watches their interaction, but what’s lacking is shocking.
He’s not jealous of them. It seems he’s… happy.
Lowell straightens and heads for the open doors. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you…” The slamming of the doors cuts off my words as Lowell makes a quick exit.
“I didn’t mean to cause any kind of upset.”
“You didn’t. It’s a lot to think about. It makes sense, though, you know? We finally find a potential key that we’re all falling head over heels for, and she has a curse of her own that she’s dealing with.”
“Asher suggested maybe we’re fated to save one another.”
“That’s a nice idea.”
“I told him as much.”
“You seem to be falling in with everyone in the manor well.”
She bites her infernal lip again. “I am. It’s kind of wild, like I’ve known you all my entire life. It feels… familiar.”
“Things that are meant to be feel that way, I think.”
“Mmm,” she agrees.
The room grows silent, but there’s a buzzing between us. “Jasper.”
Walking closer, my eyes home in on the leaping pulse in her throat and the way the chambers of her heart work overtime to keep up with the increased pace. “Hmm?”
“What did Asher mean about a ghost?”
Damn him to hell for being the way that he is.
I sigh, lifting her chin with two fingers. Her pupils are blown wide, and I can’t think past the smell of her growing arousal, but I also know she has the right to know what’s going on around here.
