Page 32 of The Midnight Order
His face hovers over mine as my mind tells my body to calm down. We’re in the close presence of a vampire, and we need to play it cool before he kills us.
“Goodnight, Silver,” he says before straightening and heading for the door.
I’m breathless, and when he clicks the light off and exits. I’m in a stupor, far too wired to go to sleep.
Especially in a house full of vampires.
Something dusts across my face,and I try to swat it away.
My hand jerks, unable to move, and something clamps around my wrist.
“Careful there, you’ll hurt something,” a voice says, and my eyes spring open.
Right. Captive of the vampires. How could I forget?
It’s the same man from the porch, and I have the distinct feeling he’s not supposed to be here.
The way he cocks his head reminds me of the man standing in my yard the night I had to call the police, and I gasp, tugging against my restraints again stupidly.
Had Corvin done this in the night? My wrist is handcuffed to the headboard, and I rattle it again to riddle it out.
“You’ve been watching me,” I breathe, my heart rate spiking as the realization crests.
“Hard not to. Look at you,” he says, striking an odd feeling down my spine.
“What?”
He runs the back of his crooked index finger down my cheek, and I’m stricken stiff in the bed beneath the same spell I’ve felt come over me in Corvin’s presence.
“You’re so beautiful. It’s not even that there’s blood running beneath your skin, either. There’s this pull toward you like you’re the flame, and I’m the moth being drawn in.”
His admission startles me a bit, and I wonder if he’s a touch crazy.
That can probably happen when you’re forced to live lifetimes beyond when you should have expired.
Then again, there’s something eloquent and warm in how he’s looking at me as if I’m as delicate and spellbinding as a flower on the first day of spring.
“Can you undo this?” I ask him, wiggling my wrist.
He looks bored with the request as he flicks his wrist, and the handcuffs open.
What the…
“Sit up. Let me look at you in the light.”
The longer I’m alone with him, the more I know he has something odd about him.
I don’t feel threatened, and I should. I should probably check myself into an institution after this because of how strangely calm I’ve been able to remain in this absurd situation.
As a whole, I should freak out.
Instead, I’m going to chalk it up to survival instinct and push the worries away.
Again.
I sit up in bed, watching his pupils get wider as he takes me in.
“Mm, I truly hope you’re the one.”
