Page 28 of The Midnight Order
“I don’t know yet,” I answer, lying to keep him in check.
When he pulls out of me, we both hiss.
Standing, we share a smile as we both clean off and look around the room.
“I know you have to get back to work, but don’t stay in here all night. Come to bed soon, yeah?” he whispers, hovering close to my face as I close my eyes and let the feel of our centuries-old love wash over me.
“I will, love.”
Our lips meld together in a kiss that could get too heated if we drag it out any further.
He pulls back the moment I’m about to toss him back down on the exam table with a grin on his face.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Soon,” I coo.
It takes me a while to clean the lab and get back to work, and all the while, I’m thinking of Asher. Too much to even focus.
I close the lab down for the night around two a.m., only stopping in the hospital room on the other side to check on the human girl for a minute before heading to bed, where I know Asher is waiting.
She eyes me as I walk in with glass of water with a straw, holding it to her lips.
We’ll need to feed her tomorrow. Humans are fickle little creatures who require a lot of upkeep.
It’s why we’ve always hoped the townsfolk we turned or past vampires that wandered through the city would be the key to undoing the curse.
She sips the water as I sit on a small stool on wheels beside her, looking over every facet of her beauty.
“Thank you,” she says, clearing her throat as she looks back up at the ceiling.
“You’re welcome. Are you comfortable?”
She shakes her head, a look of disbelief coloring her features as she turns her glare back on me. “I’m tied to a table. What do you think?”
“Right,” I mutter. “We have to take precautions. If I unbind you, you’ll run.”
I’ve witnessed her speed, too. She’s fast for a human.
I felt drawn to the window one day, only to find a small woman looking up at Thorngray from the gravel road in front of it.
She didn’t see me, but I saw her.
“Yes, I would. It’s a normal response as a hostage.”
I notice a redness in her inner eye that prompts my training as a doctor to take hold. I roll my stool toward her, grasping her face in both hands as I stare into her eyes, examining them both.
“Did you have this red splotch before we took you?” I ask her.
I notice her breathing has changed, but I presume it’s fear causing the shift, and I ignore it.
“What splotch?”
Turning, I grab a metal tray and hold it up in front of her.
She turns her eye to look into it. “No. That wasn’t there before you assholes took me.”
I fight a grin, taking back the tray and placing it on the counter.
