Page 30 of Foretold

Even though it wasn’t necessary, he did whatever he could, and that loyalty won’t ever be forgotten.

His dark eyes flicker to amber as he stares at my neck for a second before he takes my hand. Why was he looking at my neck like that?Wait, is he hungry?I know he has fangs, and some demons drink blood, just like vampires. My pulse picks up, and I wonder if he can tell. Does Bane feed on lust and blood?

We’re about to zip when a surge of magic hits us, pushing us backward.

Bane grabs and puts me behind him as six men approach, forming a circle around us.

“We heard a rumor about a young succubus,” one of the men sneers, an incubus mixed with a shifter by the looks of it. His nostrils flare as he sniffs in my direction. “You broke the curse. And when we saw you with the princes, we had to wonder.”

“If you know who I am, then you know how stupid you are to try and attack us,” Bane replies, and I feel the magic pulsing from his skin. I appreciate him trying to protect me, but I don’t need it. Turning so I have his back, I face the other men, who leer at me.

“Imagine what she would be worth,” one of them says, his red eyes and horns giving him away as at least part demon.

Thunder rumbles in the now raging sky, with lightning crackling close by. Bane presses his back against mine, makingme an extension of him. I throw a shield up just as the attacks come, and Bane takes out three of them with a lightning strike.

Shit.He’s a fucking storm daddy.

I’d hate to be on his bad side.

The fire demon throws all he has at me, but my shield is impenetrable. I wonder if it could block out Bane’s strikes, too, but I don’t want to test that right now.

“Fuck, you are strong,” Bane says, sounding both surprised and impressed.

“Says the one manipulating lightning,” I reply, realizing I will have to drop the shield so we can get out of here.

“You ready?” I ask.

He puts his hands on my waist, turns me so I’m behind him, and faces the last three still standing. “I am now.”

I drop the shield, and Bane puts up his fists, ready to take them all on if necessary.

“Grab her!” one of them yells, and they try to come for me. Bane knocks one down with a punch to his nose while one of the incubi tries to knock me out with a fist to the face. I duck in time and push him back with a kick to the stomach, giving me a second to regain my footing before doing a high kick to his head. He goes down. I assume all that training with Rave and the others has paid off. When all three men are down, I hear Bane mutter a curse.

“What?” I ask him, turning him around to face me.

My eyes widen as I see the knife sticking out of his stomach. “Okay, that’s going to hurt. Come on, let’s go somewhere quiet so I can take it out.”

I lead him around the corner in a dark alleyway behind the bar, where no one is around. He leans against the stone-clad wall and lifts his blood-covered hands away from his wound. Stepping closer to him, I put my hand on the knife’s hilt and look into his dark eyes. “You ready?”

He nods slowly, his gaze once again darting to my neck. “Why do you keep doing that?” I blurt out, eyes narrowing. “Are you hungry? You need blood, too, right?”

Amber rolls across his irises. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Yes, I need to feed, but that’s not your problem.”

“How often do you need to?” I ask him, biting my lower lip.

“Once a week. Fuck!” he grits out as I pull out the blade without any further warning. Blood drips onto the ground, and I quickly place my hands on his tunic and start to heal him. Heat takes over me, starting at my fingers until it envelops my entire body, my eyes slamming shut as I mentally picture his wound healing itself. When I let go, I look up to find him watching me with wide eyes.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmurs, lifting his tunic to reveal his smooth abs. Aside from the blood, you would never have known he was injured. “You are incredible, you know that?”

Smiling, I realize that although I do feel a little tired, it’s nothing like it used to be. I’m less drained than I thought I would be, and I don’t feel the need to sleep it off like before.

“I should go, and you need to feed,” I tell him, taking a step back from him. “I can zip back alone.”

“That won’t be necessary,” comes a deep, furious tone from the right of us.

Spinning around, I come face to face with Rave, who steps out of the shadows, taking me in from head to toe with eyes dark as night, his jaw so tight it must be uncomfortable, and a lot of barely restrained power. He’s wearing a leather tunic and pants, fitting enough to see his muscular form, and looks like he walked out of hell itself. “Although I do want to know why my mate is alone in a dark corner with another male.”

Yeah, it kind of looks bad.

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