Finally, Silviu said, “Thank you. I understand this is all you can do. I will arrange for a meeting with the seer. A chamber will be made available to you while you wait.”
Even though I didn’t like the extra something in his voice, I couldn’t identify it. It was the best we could do, and I would keep my guard up.
“Thank you.” Grey stood.
Silviu and I joined him. Remington appeared from the shadows, and Silviu gestured to him. “Lead our guests to the Crimson Room. I will let you know when the seer will see you.”
Remington led us from the room, and I couldn’t help but look back at Silviu. He stared into the fire, the flickering light glinting off his pale form. It wreathed him in shades of gold that made him look almost human. Almost alive.
Then we were out the door, and Remington was leading us down a wide, dark corridor to a spiral staircase. We ascended, passing from one pool of light to the next. We reached a floor high up in the castle, then walked down another long hall.
Remington stopped outside a door. “You may wait here.”
Grey entered first, and I followed, gasping at the sight of the interior.
It was magnificent.
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The room filled the entire octagonal tower, each of the eight walls set with a large glass window. The sills were ornately carved stone, and the ceiling steep and peaked, covered with blooming black roses. Outside, lightning lit the sky. The red window glass made the bright flashes appear rosy and somehow soothing.
A dark pool filled the center of the space, crystal clear water revealing the gleaming black stones at the bottom. They were as round and perfect as eggs, and the water steamed delightfully.
Along one wall, an enormous bed covered half the window. Couches and tables lined the other walls, along with bookshelves and an enormous hearth.
The door shut quietly behind us, and I turned to Grey. My head felt slightly fuzzy, but I forgot that as soon as I saw him. “Have you ever been to this room?”
“No.” His voice was low, sending a shiver across my skin.
I loved his voice. Somehow, however, I’d taken it for granted. But now that I was about to lose him, it made me appreciate it all the more. Deep and smooth, with a hint of gravel in opposition to his cultured accent.
His beautiful silver eyes flickered over me, filling with heat as he took me in. Warmth rose inside me, and I traced his form, desperately wanting to touch him.
From the corner of my mind, I vaguely sensed that something was amiss. We’d just entered this room, and Grey hadn’t searched it for bugs like he had the other room.
Instead, he stared at me like I was the last drink of water on earth. And I couldn’t stop looking at him the same way.
I wanted him.
Bad.
I wanted to feel his lips on mine. His skin on mine. His hands.
I strode toward him, my heart thundering. My head grew fuzzier with every moment that passed.
“Carrow.” Grey stepped forward, meeting me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me to him.
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Carrow fit perfectly into my arms. Desire surged through me as I bent to take her lips with mine.
My thoughts blurred even more as she parted her lips, her tongue darting out. I groaned and pulled her closer, careful not to clutch her too hard around the waist. She pressed her form fully against mine and wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head to take the kiss deeper.
All thoughts disappeared from my mind as we kissed, making it unnaturally empty.
“Come on,” she whispered against my lips, pulling me toward the bed.