Page 94 of Savage Fate

“He should be focused on the spell instead of wasting energy on trying to protect me.” I pushed out of his hold and stood on shaky legs. “I can take it. I’m not some fragile flower.”

“No one said you were.” He placed his hand on my back and guided me toward the train station’s door. The glass panels slidopen, the fragrant air ruffling my hair and infiltrating my nose. “It’s just hard watching you endure this when I can’t do anything to help.”

“Maleor Suprema’s coven house isn’t too far from here,” I said, choking back a groan.

Charming shops and apartments lined both sides of the cobblestone streets, and a few roads turned off, leading to quaint homes. Lavender and herbs scented the air, and the luminescent stars in a rainbow of colors lit up the dark sky.

Illyria was a stunning realm, so full of magic it made my skin tingle.

Another sharp blast hit me, and I cried out. My surroundings blurred as my consciousness lifted from my body. The shops and cobblestone road vanished, and I stood in a large room as chants filled the air.

A shirtless and trembling Fane kneeled in the center, pain carving shadows in his features.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

SeeingFane in such a vulnerable state crushed my heart and stole my breath. I wanted to collapse in his lap and take every bit of pain away from him.

I also wanted to tear apart the three witches chanting in a large circle drawn in chalk around him.

Their irises glowed violet as magic swirled in the atmosphere. White and blue candles cast a golden light across the marble floors and walls.

“Fane!” I crashed to my knees in front of him and grabbed his face between my hands.

His lids fluttered open. “Tate, what are you doing here? I told you not to come.”

“I’m not really here. Not yet.” I choked back a sob. “But I’ll be here soon.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t want you coming, because I knew you’d feel?—”

“Stop being an idiot, Maverick.” My teeth bared as a low growl slipped out. “If roles were reversed, you’d never leave my side,andyou’d take away my pain.”

Fane’s mouth clamped shut because he knew I spoke the truth. He would have been in the circle with me no matter what.

“There’s nothing you can do or say.” I traced the scar cutting the left side of his face. “I’m already in Illyria.”

“Tell me you’re not alone.” His chest heaved and breaths quickened.

“I’m with Saint.”

Fane’s brows slammed down. “It had to be him, didn’t it?”

“Well, you shouldn’t have left me at his pack.” As my consciousness began slipping, the room faded. “Just hang on. I’m coming.”

My phantom form zoomed away from Fane, and I crashed back into my physical body as Saint held me against him. I groaned from the dizziness but still attempted to break out of his hold.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. “Fane’s pain just yanked me out of my body.”

Worry lines developed across Saint’s forehead. “Maybe I should carry you.”

I glared at him, which probably didn’t look that intimidating given my pale, sweaty cheeks and glassy eyes. “Try and you’ll regret it.

Saint heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head. “You’re even more stubborn than I thought. Honestly, Fane did me a favor claiming you.”

“Funny.” At least Saint’s sense of humor distracted me. “Let’s go.”

The alpha wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kept me close, shaking his head when I opened my mouth to protest. “Why are you so against asking for help?”

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