Page 87 of Savage Claim

A string of curses in a demon language burst out of Fane, but it had nothing to do with my nudity and everything to do with the blood covering me. Most of it was mine.

Crimson oozed down my arm and side from the cuts, and more ran down my leg, courtesy of Barric’s talons. When I caught my reflection in the window, my hair stuck to the side of my face where blood coated it from the gash in my temple.

“Holy shit.” Wrath spared a quick glance in the mirror before training his eyes on the dark country road. Fane would probably gut him if he stared too long.

“I didn’t realize it was this bad.” The demon shifter quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off, and helped me into it.

The warmth he left behind wrapped me like a hug, and I inhaled the leather and cinnamon scent that clung to him. “Thanks,” I whispered, my voice hoarse after growling for the last hour.

As Fane ran his hands over me, concern hummed through the bond he didn’t bother to hide. “I need to bandage these wounds.” He gingerly pried the hair from the side of my face to inspect the gash on my temple.

“They look worse than they are.” I choked back a whimper as Wrath hit a bump, but Fane felt the flare of pain anyway.

His lips thinned, but instead of threatening the high demon, he rested his palm on my cheek, poised to take my pain within him.

Wrath let out a curse, his gaze on the rearview mirror. “We have company.”

I whipped around as a sleek black sports car emerged behind us, my pulse thundering. The windows were tinted black, so I couldn’t see inside as it raced past our SUV.

Was Barric behind the wheel?

The car sped ahead and then spun sideways to block the road, tires screeching and smoke curling. With trees surrounding us on either side and the street obstructed, our escape from Savannah slipped right through our grasp.

Chapter

Thirty-One

Wrath slammed on the brakes, the SUV screeching to a halt to avoid crashing into the sports car. Luckily, Fane caught me as I was thrown forward, or I would have crashed through the windshield. Violent throbs erupted in my body like fireworks, though, and I choked back a whimper.

When Wrath opened the door to get out, Fane grabbed his t-shirt. “What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s not a shifter.” Wrath plucked the material from Fane’s grip before he shredded it. “We don’t have time for games, so get the fuck out,” he called to the driver.

The door flung open, and Ruin emerged, storming toward us. “You think everything is a game, don’t you, Wrath?”

Fane opened his door and got out, so I did the same, much to his annoyance. He sharply sucked air at the blood running down my leg.

“I’m not sitting in the car,” I gritted out.

He shook his head and slowed his steps to stay beside me. “We need to get out of here, Ruin. Do you know what happened?”

The high demon lord nodded, his gaze roaming over me, noticing Fane’s shirt and then the blood from my fight with Barric and Jax. Anger flashed over his expression before he turned back to Fane. “I know there was an emergency at Silver Ridge, and they were chasing two enemies. Nik pulled footage from the street cameras and saw you and a black and red wolf—which we concluded was Tate—hauling ass out of the compound.” His face softened as he looked at me again, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Congratulations on shifting, but it appears it wasn’t smooth sailing from all the blood on you.”

I fought the urge to fidget under his intense stare, feeling naked in only Fane’s shirt. “You know me. I can’t do anything without causing a little trouble.”

Ruin stepped closer and lightly touched my uninjured shoulder. “What the hell happened?”

“Don’t tell them,” Fane growled into my mind.

“Why? Ruin’s our friend.”

“And what about Wrath?”

I shrugged. “If he’s friends with Valeria, he probably already knows.”

Fane pinched the bridge of his nose, a barely audible rumble shaking his chest. “It’s a bad idea.”

Ruin cleared his throat. “I’m glad you two are getting along, but could you stop doing that silent communication thing right now? Time is of the essence.”

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