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I take a moment to clear the fog from my mind and step further into the room. Luke hits a small switch, and a dim light shows the small room. A couch rests in the corner beside an old fireplace. Scratches on the floorboard make me think maybe a bed once resided here. I take a step closer and see that there are marks on the wall, as if someone was counting the days.
I spin to face Luke and he has a small smirk on his lips, looking at where I just was. “What was this place?” I ask him.
He closes his eyes for a moment; when he opens them, they seem to have a darker glow to them. “This was her room, Silver. Where he kept her after she betrayed him, but you haven't gotten to that part of her story yet.”
I move a few paces away from him and take another glance around. “If Elena lived here a century ago, why is it so clean? There’s hardly any dust on the shelves, and that couch looks new?” I move over to it and take a seat.
Luke steps closer and sits beside me. “I assume Alara had it cleaned for you, for when you are ready to learn the rest of Elena’s tale,” he says quietly, still looking around.
“I understand this is an assignment, but why areyouso interested in our ancestors, our bloodlines?” I question. I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now.
He sighs and leans closer, his eyes brightening. “I’ve always loved history and storytelling—it can be fascinating, particularly the stories of powerful families, yours especially. Just you wait, Silver. The things you will learn will blow you away.” He stands, offering me his hand. “Come. I don’t want us to get caught in here. I have a feeling Alara has a plan for you and this room.”
I take his hand and let him pull me up. I stumble a bit and my hands land on his chest. The connection between us buzzes and I groan.
His eyes widen and he licks his lips, glancing at mine. He leans in just as my phone buzzes, breaking the spell.
I jump back and answer it, giving him a shaky smile.
“Hey, where are you?” Donnie says. I sigh and tell him I’ll be back soon, before hanging up.
“I have to go. Thanks for the B&E, Professor Luke,” I tell him, turning to leave, but not before watching his eyes fill with heat and his nostrils flare as I called him Professor.
I move back down the stairs to head home, not waiting for him.
What is wrong with me?
