Page 62 of Crave

THE ORDER.

“The Order.” I whispered.

“That’s right.” Silas pulled me closer. “That’s exactly where you are, and you’re going to tell us what happened here, aren’t you? You’re going to tell us what happened every goddamn time you came here. Because, we’re not leaving until you do.”

No mom,My own plea echoed.Don’t tell them…don’t tell them anything.

I could still see her face on the cell he shoved in front of me. Her wide, terrified eyes and the way she shook her head.Angel. She cried.I’m so sorry.

Tell me what we want to know, Meredith. Tell me and I’ll let your daughter go.

YOU. BASTARD. Slap!

I flinched with the brutal sound as Silas shoved me through that open door. In an instant I was back there, kneeling on the ground in that room on my hands and knees. The terror. The need slammed into me. I couldn’t stop it. My knees buckled, sending me crashing to the floor.

“Silas for fucks sake!” Gabe yelled as he followed us inside.

“We shouldn’t be here.” Jude repeated. “Silas we need to leave now.”

“What happened?” Silas growled above me. “Tell me and I’ll let you go. Tell me and I’ll.”

“Order.” I whispered, my mind blurring.

I was slipping…falling away.

“You will do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?”

OBEY.

OBEY.

OBEY.

My hair was grabbed and yanked backwards. “Who is he?” Silas demanded, rage seething in his eyes. “Who is the bastard who killed my father?”

“What the fuck…”

A shadow spilled in through the doorway. Silas had my head yanked upwards and to him, so I saw him. Arctic blue eyes pierced mine, before the blond male scanned the room. Silas released me, straightening instantly. “Carven, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Only Carven didn’t answer him. He stared at me…no, he stared through me. I knew him. My memory blurred and sharpened. A room, our room. Him, and another…a mute, Theo called him and a man…a man my father called London St. James.

A hum came from deep inside. A trembling. A knowing. It was deeper than an introduction…a calling.

He took a step closer. “Daughter?” He whispered, his eyes widening. “You’re a Daughter.”

DAUGHTER.

OBEY.

THE ORDER.

“I said,” Silas repeated. “What the fuck are you doing h?—”

He never finished as the blond male lunged from the doorway, grabbing his shirt and drove him across the room to slam against the wall.

“I’m going to ask you one last time.” He growled. “Or I’m going to treat you like my goddamn enemy. Trust me, Silas, you don’t want that. What the fuck are you doing here…and what do you want with her.”

The male was cold, chilling, mechanical. Dangerous. Yes, that’s what he was…he was dangerous.