Page 161 of The Midnight Order
“You went after Lowell?” I ask her.
“How did you…”
“I can smell him on you, inside you.”
Her blush deepens. I notice the moment her perfect nipples press against her shirt, hardening. “That should bother me, but it doesn’t.”
“What does it make you feel?” I ask, turning away from the microscope, work forgotten.
She takes a deep breath, and her exhale is shaky. “Like I didn’t just come an hour ago.”
I bite my lip. “I’d be happy to fulfill your needs, should they arise.”
She giggles, dropping onto my rolling chair. It swivels backward too violently, and she squeals.
I capture her shoulders, keeping her from falling off the chair, and as we stare at one another, the air grows tense between us.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
“I didn’t come in for…” — she swallows thickly — “what you said.”
“For me to make you come?”
“Jesus. Yes.”
“Alright.” I straighten, ignoring that she can see my hardness plain as day; she’s eye-level with it, but her eyes are locked on mine, something I don’t take for granted. “What did you come in here for? Out of boredom?”
“No. Actually, I was wondering if you’d tell me what Jasper won’t.”
“Alright…”
“About Osanna. I assume that’s the witch Lowell knows? His reaction was… violent.”
“It was. It always will be when it comes to her.”
“She was the one who used him? Bled him?”
“She wasn’t. She led him into a trap, where her coven controlled him.”
“Well, he’s a vampire. Isn’t he stronger than any witch?”
I take a tentative inhale. “Yes, and no. Physically, we’re stronger than witches. But their magic is something far beyond our understanding of magic. They’re born with it, bred to use their magic as easily as they breathe.”
“She led him into a magical trap?”
“She did.” I nod.
“And he loved her?”
“He did.”
“And she’s still alive?”
“She is.”
“You’re as secretive as Jasper.” She chuckles.
