“I saw someone on the grounds. Someone we knew before.”
“A witch?”
I nod.
“The one who cursed you?”
I sigh. “Yes. It’s impossible, however. Corvin thinks it’s her ghost that’s lurking. After all, if we exist, why can’t a ghost?”
She turns away from me and looks through the windows at her back that butt up to the French doors. “Where did you see her?”
“Running through the woods on the side of the manor. Not only that, but I could also smell her.”
“Do you still love her?”
Emotion catches in my throat. It’s not what I expected her to ask me.
“No,” I reply, and I don’t know that I’d realized it before Silver put me on the spot. I’m honestly kind of thankful.
“She died in the fountain, didn’t she?”
“She did.”
“It’s why it’s in the state it’s in when the rest of the grounds are well kept.”
I nod again.
“I don’t blame any of you for wanting her dead.”
Silver’s eyes travel behind me, and her brows pinch together.
“What?” I turn, my eyes landing on the same thing that had caught her attention.
Lowell left the bottle of blood behind, untouched, the cap still on it.
“Has he not been feeding?” she asks.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not good, is it?”
“No. It’s not. Not at all.”
“Will you tell me about him? About when he becomes the Slayer?”
“I don’t think that’s my story to tell, but what I can tell you is that you never want to meet him.”
“You saved him, didn’t you?”
“I did. And I’d do it again.”
She hops off her stool and moves closer, tugging my shirt front as she lifts on tiptoes. My lips close the distance, too eager to feel her kiss that ignites my soul.
My hands find the curves of her hips, squeezing as if it’ll keep me grounded. But when her lips part mine, her tongue seekingentrance, I lose control and press her back into the edge of the island.
We’ve been here before, and I can still taste her heady flavor on my tongue, but I’m too hungry today. I won’t have the same self-control I did that day.
I don’t think Silver realizes it, but none of us has been adequately fed. None of us wants anything but her.