Page 109 of Savage Fate

“Barric had the Infernal Sol around his neck,” I murmured.

Seeing the amulet again, even in a vision, had heat pumping through my bloodstream. The urge to feel that menacing power twisting around me intensified.

Fuck.

I wanted to inhale delicious fear and make an entire room erupt in chaos.

“There’s no telling what kind of effect the demon amulet has on him,” Fane said, yanking me out of my dangerous thoughts. “It has to be the reason he’s gone quasi-demon, but what kind of ritual is he actually performing and why?”

A knock rapped on the door, and Saint’s head popped in, which earned a low grumble from Fane. “I brought some water. Can I come in?” He didn’t wait for us to respond and entered, closing the door behind him.

I took the glass with shaky hands, nearly spilling it as I brought it to my mouth. The cold water soothed my raw throat. “I’m sorry about Bonnie and Josh,” I muttered.

He sat on the ground across from us. “It’s not your fault. Don’t shoulder that blame.”

“She has a tendency to do that,” Fane said.

If I’d had more energy, I would have flipped him off.

Saint jammed his fingers through his dark locks, worry streaking his gaze. “This doesn’t sound like the same group that almost killed my mother. This is full-on demon cult shit. And why are demons dropping off the bodies or at least found near them?”

“And why are sub-demons showing up around shifter packs?” Fane asked.

“It’s got to be the Infernal Sol’s influence, at least on Barric.” I rubbed my temples as a headache formed. “I know how twisted the amulet’s power is. It made me do unthinkable things.” I’dsucked down the life essence of a couple demons, including Mykel.

Dizziness hit me, and I closed my eyes, groaning as the bathroom spun. I hoped I didn’t start puking my guts out again. Fane vanished from my side, and a protest was on the tip of my tongue when his warmth returned.

It took me a few seconds to realize the body snuggling mine wasn’t Fane.

My eyelids snapped open as Saint settled beside me and pulled my hand into his lap. The dizziness faded.

“What the hell are you doing?” I turned to find Fane standing at the sink, rewetting the cloth, his shoulders so tight they threatened to tear right out of his long-sleeved Henley.

“I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Saint gave a weird smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He lifted the glass and passed it to me. “Have some more water.”

I took a few sips and set it down as Fane kneeled on the ground in front of me to lay the rag back on my neck.“What are you two doing?”I asked through our mental link.“And don’t act like Saint sitting next to me, holding my hand, isn’t weird.”

“We’re just helping you,”Fane said.“That’s all.”

Their odd behavior was almost enough to distract me from the wicked voice suddenly whispering in my mind.

You miss me. Don’t you want to come find me?

Seeing the Infernal Sol up close and personal in the vision had reignited the cravings, and the urge to find Barric and steal it burned through me with renewed vigor.

“I’m honoredyou asked me on this recon mission, Strawberry Shortcake,” Hawk said over the thundering music in Wrath &Ruin. “I’m surprised you didn’t invite your new best friend, Saint.”

I shot him an incredulous look. “What are you talking about?”

“Even Fane lets the guy hang around you without scowling and growling now.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, he still scowls.” Hawk flashed a grin as we pushed deeper into the club.

After getting sick at Camus’s, Fane had taken me home while Saint accompanied us. Saint had stayed the night, and I was pretty sure I’d felt his overwhelming sadness for the loss of his pack members. He was taking it hard.

But in the last week, the Blackwater Falls alpha had been back to Mohan Wilds twice. Not to visit Camus but to see me. And Fane didn’t seem to have a problem with it.

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