Chapter: 75
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ZEKE'S POV
My eyes flicked around the room. It was only now that I noticed the candles, seven of them, and they weren't just any candles. They were silver-infused. Maybe it was because of the way I was positioned that I hadn't caught the scent earlier, but now it was unmistakable, faint, almost invisible to the senses unless you paid painfully close attention.
My gaze snapped back to Roman. I watched him closely, chest heaving, sweat stinging the burns on my skin.
Without a word, he pulled a pair of thick, black leather gloves from the side pocket of his jacket gloves I hadn't even noticed before. He slid them on, flexing his fingers, a smirk tugging at his lips, the leather creaking with the motion.
"You didn't think I'd touch it with bare hands, did you?" His voice was low, almost amused. "I know exactly what silver does to our kind, you know, werewolves—so trust me, I won't."
