Page 36 of The Midnight Order
“Yeah, well, got to make the most of your life and everything in it.”
His red eyes narrow behind his mask. “Bathroom break,” he announces, flicking his wrist and opening my cuffs somehow.
Can they all do that?
If so, that’s unnerving.
I don’t know how I thought I’d get away before.
And now, I know the entire town is in on it and sacrificed me to these men like a fucking offering.
It makes me sick.
The moment I was enjoying my first-ever sugary coffee, Karen called Jasper and told him about the lovely piece of meat she had found.
I grit my teeth as I head into the bathroom and use it.
While I was washing my hands and examining my features, the scary one bursts in, looking around the room as if he thought I had escaped through the pipes.
“Can I help you?”
“Come on, that’s plenty of time.”
He seems bothered to have to take care of me, which is odd considering I could be the very thing that breaks a curse they all seem hellbent on ridding themselves of.
“You don’t have to be rude,” I mutter as I move past him.
I know I shouldn’t prod a man I don’t know, and I should be a bit more careful around them, but I’m exhausted.
One hell of a vacation I’m having.
I put my wrist up for him to reconnect the cuffs, not placing my wrist back in them so that he can magic his way through it.
He groans and storms across the room, lifting my arms and shoving my wrist into the metal.
A tingle works from his point of contact down my arm.
It seems he feels it, too, when he halts, looking down at me as he inches his face closer.
For a moment, it’s like we’re both caught in some ancient power that’s more than us. It’s like it’s forcing us forward.
“What’s your name?” I whisper.
“Asher.”
His hand drifts down my arm, and he forgets he hasn’t cuffed my wrist again as his eyes follow his hand’s path.
My body aches like I’ve never felt, and I call out for him to quell it with his touch.
I don’t understand it.
My brain scrambles to make excuses for why I’m having this reaction: hunger, deprivation of touch, exhaustion.
But at the moment, it feels like something I need so badly I’d do anything to get it.
“Your name,” he whispers, a plea in his tone as his red eyes take in my reaction to him.
“Silver.”
