Page 108 of Savage Hunt

“She’s going to die if we don’t do something!” Logan’s frantic words cut through the confusion in my mind. “We need to get her to the healers.”

Fane pried his attention from his would-be victims, and as our eyes locked, the red sheen faded from his.

“Fiera mika.”

The nickname flowed through my mind like a soft embrace. “My beautiful beast.” My demon side always referred to him as that, but he fit the part now, naked and covered in blood. That should have frightened me, but it only made me want to curl into his arms.

Blistering fire erupted within my veins, and I suddenly convulsed, flailing on the ground. Logan appeared above me, pressing his hand against my torso to keep me still. When the seizure passed, I rolled over and coughed up more black sludge. A sob slipped out as my limbs burned and ached.

“Let’s get her out of here.” The high demon slid his arms under me, but a rough command ripped through the forest.

“No!” Fane crouched next to me, and at first, I assumed he wanted Logan to let me die. But then the demon shifter lifted me, cradling me against his bare chest. Warring emotions tore him apart as he tried to find a solution in the chaos.

Fane wanted to kill me. And he wanted to save me.

“Hurry, Fane,” Logan said. “Julia knows you’re coming.”

He gave a curt nod and then sped through the forest so fast everything blurred. “I’m not letting you die unless it’s by my hands.”

“She needs a blood transfusion to diffuse the toxin.” Hailey, a healer, rested her hand on my forehead, her butterscotch eyes boring into me as I rested on a bed in one of their rooms. “And even that might not work.”

The scent of blood, death, and some kind of herbal shit infiltrated the air as I inhaled shallow breaths. Pain tore at my body while the Demise bubbled in my veins.

“I’ll do it.” Preston moved toward the small bed.

Fane stepped in his path. “I’ll do it. I changed her.”

Preston scoffed. “Oh, now you want to claim that? Earlier tonight, you ignored her and flirted with that evil bitch Marissa.” He shoved Fane, but the demon shifter didn’t budge. “Where were you when Tate was attacked? Messing around with Marissa?”

A low, threatening growl slithered out of Fane, and he pushed into his cousin. “Tate will never be yours, so why don’t you quit sniffing around her like a stray.”

“So she’s suddenly yours again?” Preston’s sharp laugh erupted through the room.

“Enough!” Camus’s alpha power exploded out, and the guys stopped bickering. “She won’t survive the night if someone doesn’t give her blood.”

Logan forced his way between the two male shifters. “Fane, give her blood. Preston, let’s find your father and ensure Dorian and Marissa behave.”

Camus dragged his hand down his haggard face, his shoulders drooping. “You’re a hundred percent sure Marissa was involved? It wasn’t just Dominic and Dorian?”

Fane leveled a look at him. “You know exactly what your daughter is capable of. It’s time to stop pretending she’s someone else.”

The alpha’s lips thinned, but he didn’t argue with Fane. Marissa was probably the mastermind in this whole murderous plot.

Fire flared through my insides, and I groaned, curling onto my side. Sweat beaded my skin.

Hailey cursed, and wood scraped against the floor as she dragged a chair to the edge of the bed. “We need to hurry. She doesn’t look good.”

Fane lowered to the seat as she rolled over a cart with a collection of medical instruments. “She’s not a full demon, so Demise shouldn’t kill her.”

“Tate’s circumstances are unusual.” She fitted a rubber strap around his tattooed arm, his veins bulging. “You turned her, and you’re half, but something else within her is also reacting to the demon poison.”

The Infernal Sol of course. The ancient demon amulet wasn’t immune to the toxin.

After Hailey stuck a needle in my arm, the room grew hazy. Fane’s multicolored eyes, heavy and intense, were the last things I saw before darkness claimed me.

Would I ever see the light of day again, or was this my end?

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