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I turn and grab the door handle. I don’t exit before Corvin tugs the back of my shirt, his lips skimming my ear from behind.
“I’m just as hungry for you. I need you to know that.”
I groan as a deep throb thrums through my center, the likes of which will only grow louder if not abated.
When Corvin and I step back into the hall, light blinds us as the daylight outside our dim haven washes over us.
Corvin locks the door behind us and pockets the key, offering me his hand as he leads us downstairs.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he leads me toward the basement door.
I haven’t been down there since Asher’s first test, and the memories of it are only making the hunger between my thighs worse when there’s more to worry about than feeding it.
“Lowell can typically only be found in one place when he’s home, and that’s the dungeon.”
The idea that the sweet, yet insane, male I’ve had wrapped around me more than once in his bedroom only remains in the basement, has more questions boiling over, but I keep them at bay.
When the stairs spit us into the dark room with multi-colored lights swirling overhead, I find Lowell shirtless and covered in sweat. I swallow a bit too loudly, and two of the men who were waiting for us to emerge chuckle low through the room as I scan my eyes over the specimen that is Lowell Thorngray.
He’s on a treadmill. His feet pound the tread as he doesn’t break stride.
“Tell me what you found. I could feel Silver’s distress through the fucking house like it was my own. I can’t take it any longer,” he demands, and his admission only serves to cause the thrum to deepen.
I shift on my feet, pressing my thighs together as I lift the paper in my right hand.
“A letter from my mother. It seems someone was after me. Soliel was the person my mother tasked with keeping me safe.”
At this, Lowell pulls the safety key out of the treadmill, and it cuts off. “Who the fuck was after you?”
“Someone named…” I look back down at the paper. “Aurelias?”
A guttural growl leaves Lowell as his hands tighten on either treadmill railing. The metal gives way and bows inward at the force of his grip.
“Do you know this Aurelias?” Jasper asks.
“I do. And I don’t know that we want to go toe-to-toe with him. Even over Silver.”
“Well.” Corvin snorts. “How can you go toe-to-toe with a ghost?”
“Aurelias isn’t dead, nor is any witch from his coven. Not that I’m aware of, anyhow.”
Lowell’s words stop my heart as all the red eyes in the room swing toward me.
I don’t know what I’m in for, but I have a feeling my life will never be the same.
Chapter 44
Lowell
Heavingbreaths in and out of my chest, I stare at Silver. Fuck the rest of them. Knowing that Aurelias is after her is like a dagger to the fucking heart. She’s untouchable. Sure, we could break this curse with her love. Shit, I’m already obsessed with her. Utterly transfixed by her. Love isn’t far off.
The moment blood enters her system, Aurelias will know. He will come for her. Everything we’ve built here will go up in smoke.
Corvin already tested her. Jasper is next. But for what? If we could never have her like we truly wanted, what the fuck is the point of it all?
It feels daunting. It feels like the end.
The end of hope.
