Page 37 of The Midnight Order
He grins. “The thing we’re all allergic to? Irony at work.”
The shred of news banks in my brain for later, and I don’t know if he’s realized he’s given me a weapon.
Or does he?
He leans forward, skimming his lips over mine as a breath escapes with a moan floating within it. “Don’t worry, you’re the only Silver in the house. We’re safe.”
Well, there goes that plan.
The longer Asher carries on; however, I wonder if I would ever harm one of them. When their touch and attention feel like this…
That’s madness.
Of course, I have to get away the first chance I can. And not to my aunt’s house.
Back to the city.
Far away from the reach of vampires.
Part of me wants to go without my memories, though.
Knowing they’re out there somewhere, I don’t know how I’d survive. Knowing there could be more of them would drive me insane.
I’d spend my life looking over my shoulder.
The urge to kiss him grows as he teases into my space further, licking my lower lip, and I’m appalled at how I arch off the bed and moan in appreciation of his touch.
“I bet you taste divine,” he whispers.
My body vibrates beneath him from his words, his energy.
“Please,” I plead, hating myself for the word, hating it for ever being invented. “Taste me.”
“Asher!” An angry voice enters the space, and Asher backs off me, leaving me bereft and breathless.
“What are you doing?”
It’s Corvin, and he’s pissed.
Not only that, but he’s… hurt?
It doesn’t take me long to figure out that these two are together based on the look on both their faces.
“I was…” Asher swallows, looking back at me as if I were going to help him.
God help me, I nearly do.
“You were what?”
“Nothing. There was something that pulled me to her, and… I’m sorry, Corvin.”
Corvin eyes me with hatred for a moment before seeming to recall our shared moments and softening.
“It’s my time with her,” he says to Asher, and the other man nods.
“It won’t happen again.” He storms out of the room much like he came, and my heart hammers so loudly I can scarcely hear.
“Sorry about that,” Corvin says, moving over to the side of the bed where my cuffs hang emptily like a promise of further captivity.
