Page 112 of Savage Fate

Before I made a conscious decision to move, my feet carried me toward the table, and I reached my trembling hand out to lift the chest’s lid.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

All the moisture zapped from my mouth, and anticipation pulsated around me.

I knew what I’d find.

It called to me like a beacon of delicious, intoxicating evil that wanted to infect my veins again.

My lips curled in a savage grin. I wanted that power back.

I flipped open the lid, and the glimmering crimson stone, set in a golden sun medallion, was nestled in black velvet.

That’s right, Tatum. Here I am. And I’m all yours for the taking.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

My fingers skimmedover the Infernal Sol, and a moan slipped out as a throb of dark power hit my gut. It had been so long since I felt that familiar, sinister rush. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

And inhale a delicious fear…

My eyelids popped open,and I was back in the club, Wraith staring at me with a furrowed brow.

Son of a bitch.

“Tate, are you okay?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” I lied.

I wiped sweat from my forehead and breathed heavily, studying the hand that had touched the Infernal Sol. Was that real? Had I really been in Barric’s hidden location with the Infernal Sol?

For shit’s sake, that intoxicating power pulsating around it instantly drew me in. It wanted me back. It would willingly come to me if it could.

My hand rested on my sun tattoo, aching like an addict for a fix. “I just had a vision.” My brows furrowed. “I think.”

Wrath opened his mouth to speak, but his head snapped toward the dance floor. “What the fuck?” he muttered and marched toward the balcony.

As a wave of fear hit me, I followed him and scanned the area below. Several dux demons had dropped their glamours and surrounded a group of women.

“What the hell are they doing?” I hissed.

Wrath’s fingers curled around the railing as his irises darkened. “They’re pushing their luck.”

Logan appeared next to the new high demon lord. “Some of the demons aren’t happy with the way Wrath rules. He’s stricter than Ruin.”

“It might be time for me to inflict some punishment.” Wrath’s gaze burned into mine as his lips arched into a wicked smile, reminding me too much of Demarcus. “I picked up some wonderful techniques as the warden of Heldrok.”

Wrath obviously had a dangerous side. I’d seen it when he was the warden, but I preferred the calmer, kinder version of him.

I lifted my hand to stop him from unleashing his inner tyrant. “Let Hawk and me take a stab at this.”

Hawk flanked my side, analyzing the unruly demons on the dance floor. “Hell yeah. This is the kind of shit ravens are supposed to handle.”

Wrath pursed his lips, and after several tense moments of debate, the blackness cleared from his gaze. “You two can give it a whirl, but I’ll step in if shit goes south.”

“You got it.” I pivoted and headed for the door. “Come on, Hawk. Let’s try to defuse the situation or at least force them to back off and restore their glamours.”

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