Page 111 of Savage Fate

Logan playfully poked Hawk’s shoulder. “Thank you. I knew there was a reason I liked you other than your sexy boy-next-door looks.”

The raven fluttered his lashes. “I am quite a handsome specimen.”

“You two are the biggest flirts,” Wrath said as he rounded the bar. “I’d like to conduct an experiment to see who could pick up the most numbers in my club one night.”

“Me!”

I snorted on a laugh as Hawk and Logan simultaneously shouted.

Wrath reached his arm around my shoulders and clinked his glass against mine. “You and I are really the hottest.”

“Of course.”

“Now, let’s discuss why you’re here as these two bicker over who’s the smoothest pickup artist.” He pulled me toward a tall cocktail table, grimacing. “Fane got me up to speed on your latest vision. The Collective Hunt has definitely taken a page from the demon handbook.”

I set my glass on the table. “Could the Infernal Sol drive them to do this? Could it change them? Make them darker?”

Wrath rubbed his chin. “The amulet has been known to cause psychosis, but I’ve never heard of it influencing shifters to act like demons.”

“What about controlling demons?” I tapped my fingers on the glossy surface of the table. “Could it allow Barric to manipulate demons into doing his dirty work?”

There had to be a reason sub-demons were hanging around shifter territories and why demons were dropping off The Collective’s discarded sacrifices.

The lights bounced over Wrath’s blue eyes as he pensively stared off into space. “Sub-demons are more like wild animals and hard to control. Dux demons would fight any sort of control tooth and claw.” He dragged his hand through his blue hair. “The Collective could be paying dux demons, though. They don’t mind collecting coin or other forms of payments for jobs.”

“Other forms of payment?” Was Barric letting them suck on shifter souls before killing them?

My jaw clenched so hard my teeth threatened to crack. This was all because of the Infernal Sol. If Barric hadn’t taken it, The Collective would probably be hiding in the shadows and licking their wounds after we outed them.

Instead, they became an even bigger threat, and we had no idea what they were capable of or what they were planning.

All because of that damn amulet.

Oh, don’t be bitter, Tate. You know you want me back.

I jammed my fingers into my hair as the voice continued to torment me. It had barely left me alone since that vision at Camus’s.

The lounge suddenly blurred out of focus, and as the vision pulled me under, a chill skated down my back and unease twisted in my gut at what was to come…

I stoodin a dimly lit room with shining black walls and the scent of blood choking the air.

But when I looked down at my body and inspected my hands, they were my own. This wasn’t a fear vision.

Plus, my heart wasn’t pounding nor were adrenaline and terror pumping through my veins.

So where the hell was I?

Indecipherable whispers spun around the room even though no one else was there, not that I could see.

My brow furrowed. Actually, I couldn’t see much at all.

Shadows covered half of the room, and the other half held nothing but a table and a small decorative chest.

A heartbeat joined the array of whispers.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

It came from the chest.

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