Page 78 of Savage Guardian

He hated her. He said she was nothing. She meant nothing to him. But…he’d come to the studio…had looked…. Dammit—she couldn’t think straight.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’ll let my sweet Aoibheal go! You don’t appreciate her. You didn’t even know it was Fae until you came face to face with the truth! What kind of fan are you that you actually believed that slutty bitch Carrie was the ethereal, deeply emotional, brilliant Aoibheal? I’ll tell you—you took one look at Carrie’s tits and nothing else mattered. And Fae was there the whole time. Right in front of you. And you were thinking with your dick rather than your brain. But me, I knew all along Fae McCabe was Aoibheal. And I knew she would be mine. That I would have her and her soul…and her body—” Without breaking eye contact with Hawk, Tyler turned his face and pressed his nose into Fae’s neck—“and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it!”

Across the room, Hawk’s fists clinched, his veiny forearms flexing.

“Fae, you’re looking a little pale…you doing okay over there?” Hawk asked, as though they were sitting across from each other at Danny’s rather than in a tense hostage situation.

She couldn’t answer; her brain felt like it was switching on and off, her heart pounding, her tongue felt thick and heavy. She shuddered, suddenly so very cold.

Concern flitting over his features, Hawk took a step closer, and the gun at her head pushed against her so hard it forced her head to the side. Everything now looked…wonky.

Wonky…she inwardly sniggered. That was a weird word. Wonky.

“You want her dead, don’t you, McGregor? And don’t look so surprised. I know all about you, Haakon McGregor, second son of Laird Daegus McGregor. You’re honest to God Scottish nobility…and you’re wallowing in the shitty mud with bikers.”

Hawk…was nobility?

Damn, Tyler really had hit her hard, because she couldn’t have heard that right.

“I couldn’t get as much information about you as I’d liked from your club servers, but it doesn’t matter now. I got what I wanted, and you’re going to let me and my Aoibheal go. You might be a filthy biker, but you’ve got a savior complex. You don’t want her to die…which is good, because I don’t want to kill her. But I will…if you don’t get the fuck out of here and take your friends with you. I know you wouldn’t have come alone.”

Hawk grit his teeth, rage hardened his beautiful, edgy features. But…there was fear in his silvery eyes, too.Fear?What was he scared of? It wasn’t like he couldn’t just turn around and walk out, since Tyler’s gun was pointed at Fae.

For that matter, why had Hawk come in the first place?

…savior complex….Oh. Right. Fae was friends with the club. Hawk was club. She guessed it made sense that the Sergeant-at-Arms was part of the rescue efforts.

The pounding in her temple grew worse, churning nausea in her stomach. She didn’t know how much longer she had before she blacked out.

“You think you can get out of here with my brothers standing between you and that white cargo van out the back?”

She felt Tyler stiffen.

“Yeah, you thought we’d just ride up here without scoping the place out first. Found Teddy’s body, by the way. Looks like you didn’t get enough time to cut his head off, though.”

Tyler sniffed haughtily. “I only did that for Aoibheal,” Tyler replied coldly, as if chatting about removing human heads was like discussing the weather. “I would do anything for Aoibheal…including taking her from this earth, where no one but me can truly appreciate her gifts. She is a goddess, come to me, for me to worship—and no worthless biker could ever understand that.”

Heavens…the man was losing it. Had already lost it. A goddess? Fae wanted to snort, but she didn’t think she was in control of her body any longer. Limbs limp, lungs drawing in shallow breaths, head getting murky.

Was she dying?

Is this what death feels like? This coldness? This painful aching loss?

Death. Dying.

But…she hadn’t evenlivedyet. Not until she’d met Hawk.

Slowly, she dragged her blurry gaze back to where Hawk was standing, staring at her.

She loved him. She never had the chance to tell him that.

And you won’t if you don’t fight!

Fight how? Her hands were tied!

Use your head!

Head.

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