Page 172 of The Midnight Order
“It might be the only option,” Asher says, and his tone is dour.
He’ll be in the basement tonight.
Fuck, they all might be.
One look at Jasper tells me he’s reeling.
“Fuck that! Some asshole from the 1500s can’t dictate my life. No more than the bitch who cursed you can dictate yours!” Silver shouts, ducking under my arm and bounding off the treadmill.
She looks around the room for something, and we watch with rapt fascination.
When she lifts Asher’s favorite clip-pointed knife off a table near the back of the room, I glower at him for leaving it out.
Corvin steps in front of Silver, his hands raised as he approaches her. There’s no telling what she could do with that, nor what she intends to do. “Silver, put the knife down. We’ll figure out what to do from here. We just need time to process and then?—”
Silver presses the blade of the knife to her throat, and the entire room collectively stops breathing.
The slayer inside of me snarls. I can’t be here.
Rushing towards the door, my hand grips the handle as the first scent of her blood rips through the fucking room.
“Lowell!” Jasper bellows in warning.
Closing my eyes, I breathe it in. I breatheherin.
There’s a song in her blood, one that caresses my fucked-up soul like the softest melody, like the finest silk. Turning, I find my coven surrounding her.
Protecting her.
Good.
She’ll need it.
Fangs bare at me as even Corvin stands before the bloody girl who was foolish enough to bleed in my presence.
“Move!” I command.
Silver drops the blade to the floor in a clink as she holds her throat.
“No,” Asher growls.
Jasper walks toward me, daring me to come for her.
Her blood is sickly sweet in the air, and my stomach growls with hunger at the scent.
“She is mine.” My eyes lock on how she grips her neck tightly with both hands.
How deep had she cut?
Blood spurts from the wound through her fingers, painting her creamy skin the most delectable red.
“She needs stitches,” Corvin tells me as if I care. As if my blood won’t fix her.
“She’ll feed from me.” My voice isn’t my own. It’s a voice I haven’t heard in so very long.
“She can’t. He will come for her.” Jasper’s hand on my arm makes me realize how close he is.
It’s sobering, his touch.
