Page 96 of Scorned

Not being able to hold myself back anymore, I popped up from the side of the table and had the scalpel to her throat before she even knew I was there. She sucked in a large breath when my other hand went to her blonde hair and gripped it tight.

“Drop it,” I said through gritted teeth, and she immediately let go of the scalpel she held. It hit the side of the table and bounced off, the metal on metal sound another reminder of my torture.

Her eyes locked on mine. “Sage, I’m presuming. Luka said you’d come for him.”

“Where’s the blood?” She didn’t answer, but I caught sight of her hand slowly moving toward her pocket. “You try anything and I’ll slit your throat.”

“We don’t keep blood supply on this floor in case—”

I dug the scalpel into her skin, making blood roll down her neck in a light stream. “Tell me or your blood will be feeding him.” My words came out in a low growl.

“He talks about you. Dreams of you.”

She attempted to delay the inevitable by distracting me, but I wasn’t gonna let it happen. “Shut the fuck up.”

“You can kill me and save him. Do whatever you need to do, but it won’t stop us, Sage. We will get what we need. We never fail to do so.”

Pure hatred filled me when I took in her features. She was a pretty woman, middle-aged, with light skin, thin lips, and a perfect nose, and the only thing I could think of was how badly I wanted to fuck it up with my blade.

“I told you to shut your damn mouth!” My voice echoed through the room, and I reminded myself to stay quiet or risk getting caught.

“From what Luka says, I know you’re a smart girl. If you understood what we were doing here . . . ahhh.”

I dug the blade in a pinch more. “Where. Is. The. Blood?” My teeth were hurting from the amount of clenching I had to do to keep from slicing her wide open.

“We can cure cancer in children, Sage. Think about that!”

The door in the hallway slammed shut again, and my eyes darted toward the sound, which was a big mistake on my part.

Dr. Blood Stealer lifted her fist and punched me in the face, but unfortunately for her, I was used to taking way harder hits.

Gripping her hair tighter, I yanked her toward me.

She started to scream for help, but the sound came out in a choking gargle because I shoved the blade into her throat.

Oh, fuck.

Warm blood poured down my hand, momentarily stalling me.

Someone entered their code into the door, sending me into a panic.

To ensure Luka’s safety, I did what was necessary and shoved Dr. Bitch’s neck into his face, forcing him to eat. He took a small gagging gulp before turning his head away.

“Luka, feed.” I held her there until the door unlatched and began to open.

With nothing but fervor flowing through me like high octane gasoline, I propelled my body forward, plowing into the guard with my shoulder. He fell backwards with a grunt, his head bouncing off the marble floor with an eerie cracking sound, and I landed on top of him.

Raising my fist, I halted it in midair when I noticed his face void of life. I quickly jumped to my feet and saw blood pooling under his head, so I grabbed his wrist, checking for a pulse. If he had one, it was too faint to find with my fingertips. He was dead and no longer a threat to me.

Turning back toward Luka, I hoped he’d fed and regained his strength, but the doctor had slumped onto the floor, lifeless.

I stepped up to the table and peered into his eyes.

“Dream girl.”

Knowing he was only going to drink my blood, I looked around until I found the scalpel I’d dropped during my attack, yanked it up and held it to my wrist as I replayed Ravage’s warnings in my head.

You can’t let him feed from you. Once his fangs pierce you, you’ll be useless, and he’ll drink until you die.

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