Page 115 of Savage Fate

Was he wearing the Infernal Sol beneath the creepy black cloak?

Terror poured through my veins as more cloaked figures moved through the room, all holding candles and whispering an eerie chant. The words weren’t in English.

They were demon.

Barric waved two members over, the daggers they clutched looking liquid in the flickering candlelight. “I can’t allow you to taint this world anymore.”

They slammed the blades into my arms, fire exploding in me with each hit. A scream tore from my mouth.

“Stop!” I cried out as they moved down my legs. “Please.”

But they didn’t stop.

Blood oozed out of the wounds, collecting beneath me on the table and dripping onto the floor.

Another cloaked nightworlder came forward with a jewel-encrusted chalice, lowering it to the edge of the table to allow my blood to drain into it. My stomach heaved as Barric then took the cup and raised it over me.

“Shadows rise, obey my call. Blood is the key to shatter it all.”

Barric’s eyes darkened, and a sinister air coiled tightly around him as he continued the creepy chant.

“Ancient power, dark and deep. Awaken now from this endless sleep.”

Barric drew the cup to his mouth and gulped down my blood.

What in the hell was happening? The head alpha had gone from overseeing every shifter pack in Georgia to conducting cultish ceremonies and drinking blood.

He passed the chalice back to his minion and brandished a twisted knife. “Your life will no longer stain our world. Find comfort in knowing you are helping our cause.” Barric slammed the knife into my chest so savagely that the blade scraped my bones.

Sharp pain exploded everywhere, and I screamed until my voice cracked and my throat burned. Hot blood pooled out of the wounds, and the chants grew louder as Barric sawed through my flesh and bone. My vision grew hazy as the life drained out of me.

Velvety darkness coated me,and the pain had vanished. Fire didn’t consume my chest and limbs, and agony wasn’t drowning me. The creepy red room was gone.

Strong arms tightened around me, and I snuggled into a hard form, breathing in a comforting scent. How did I end up with Fane? The last thing I remembered was passing out in Wrath & Ruin and having that sickening vision.

Hawk must have brought me home.

I stretched my legs and wiggled my toes, letting out a little moan. I hadn’t felt this good in a while. Maybe I’d just needed a good night’s sleep to recharge my batteries and shake those horrible cravings.

“What time is it?” I murmured, my hand roaming over his smooth chest.

My brow furrowed. Since when was Fane’s chest smooth? Scars riddled the tattooed area. I knew every one of them by heart.

A low rumble vibrated as fingers massaged my back. “A little after five in the afternoon.”

Unease curled around my throat at the sound of that voice.

It was definitelynotFane’s.

I opened my eyes and bolted upright when I found a shirtless Saint beside me. “What the fuck is going on?” My question came out in a shrill squeak. “Why are you in my bed?”

Chapter

Thirty-Four

Saint pushedmessy black strands away from his face, those hypnotic silver orbs burning into me. “You’re inmybed.”

“Why the hell am I in your bed, then?” I yanked the covers up to my chin. “Where’s Fane?”

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