Page 83 of The Midnight Order
“Silver,” I start. “Did you run here?”
She eyes Asher as she ignores me entirely. “He loves you, and nothing I do can change that. Even I can see it, and I’m new here.”
Asher smirks at her flustered nature and winks at me as he crosses his arms.
“What the hell do you know, human?” he prods.
Silver rises to the occasion, growling as her eyes narrow. “I know that nothing we did back at my house was wrong. I’ll grow to love both of you equally and in different ways. There’ll be two loves separate from one another that also intersect at certainpoints. Like roads that cross one another.” She’s rambling because Asher has stepped closer and backed her toward the door to the dungeon.
I grin as I watch his darker nature rear its adorable little head as I grow hard all over again.
I find it alarming and odd that I’m not more hurt or upset as I watch them, but I swat that worry away because I don’t have time to give to it tonight.
Not when there’s a lot more fun to be had between the three of us.
That is, until the door behind Silver bursts open, tossing her and Asher backward.
Asher captures her and keeps her on her feet, her back to his chest as he snarls.
I rush before her, crouching as my fangs descend in my mouth.
Lowell’s deranged eyes take in the state of us. “Where have you been, little lamb? I’ve been hunting you all day.”
Chapter 22
Silver
The way Lowellis looking at me has me backing into Asher more, trying to disappear into his chest.
I’m not afraid.
If anything, I’m intrigued.
Which scares the shit out of me.
“Little lamb,” he says, stepping closer, his fangs gleaming in the colored lights swirling above.
“Lowell.”
The last time I was with him was last night, and the haunted way he looked at me when I ran my hands over his scars is still floating through my brain as I look into his crazed red eyes.
“Where have you been? I couldn’t scent you.”
I furrow my brows, not realizing hecouldscent me before. Logically, he’s a vampire; they all are. Their senses are heightened.
I don’t know why I didn’t realize he was using my scent to find me. To stalk me.
“I was…” I look between the two males, who look concerned, which is not helping my heart calm down any.
Corvin shakes his head at me, as if warning me off telling him where I was, and I wonder why.
We’re all supposed to be in this together.
Sharing.
That’s what this is about, right?
Something in Corvin’s eyes, however, pleads with me to handle Lowell on my own and to tread lightly.
