Page 122 of Savage Fate

Fane cursed and slid his hand beneath my head to stop me from cracking my skull open, but bursts of pain radiated through the sun tattoo on my abdomen.

What had Reese done? What kind of knife did she have?

A flood of anger rushed through my veins. Had this all been a trick? Did she let Fane capture her on purpose?

If Marissa was in on this, I was going to torture her until she was a mess of fear and terror. And then I’d rip her throat out.

Warmth suddenly seeped over me, soothing the raging storm within, and Saint’s face hovered over mine, strained and damp with sweat. His luminescent eyes drew me away from the anger and torment.

“That’s it, fiera mika.”Fane was at my side, calling me out of the fog.“Come back to me.”

The tremors faded, and I melted into the floor, my muscles liquifying. I’d be sore as hell tomorrow.

“There you are.” Fane brushed his fingers through my hair, his concern throbbing through our bond. “You really like to scare the shit out of me, don’t you?”

I gave a barely noticeable shrug. “Well, I’ve got to keep you on your toes, Maverick.”

“I think she’s going to be okay.” Saint dragged the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe blood off it.

My blood.

“Did you heal the stab wound?” My stomach grew queasy. “Did you lick it?”

“Yep.”

A low growl vibrated Fane’s chest. “It had to be done. Trust me, it wasn’t fun to watch.”

My head angled back to find Reese slumped over in the chair, unconscious. “Who knocked her out?”

“That would be me.” Saint jammed his fingers through his tousled hair. “We need to put her somewhere secure to continue this interrogation. She obviously wanted to be found and brought here to Tate.”

“And I fell for her trap.” Rage pulsated from Fane as he reached behind him and grabbed the dagger she’d stabbed me with. His pupils thinned to diamonds. “This is definitely a demon dagger. Dark power hums within it.”

Oh, great. The psycho bitch stabbed me with a magic dagger. That never ended well.

“What do you think that knife did to me?” Giving me seizures wasn’t all it had done. We’d be stupid to believe that.

“I don’t know.” Fane studied the knife and ran his fingers over the symbols carved into the bloody blade. “Maybe Logan and Wrath will have some insight.”

Saint sat back on his haunches, taking a heaving breath. “So, you’re Barric’s daughter.”

My lips thinned. “Yeah. Long story.”

“He killed Tamara because she protected you, right?”

I gave a curt nod. “He killed his own mate and would have killed me if she hadn’t sent me away and?—”

A wave of heat descended over me, and I arched away from the ground, moaning. The sun tattoo glowed bloodred.

There was no pain this time. Only longing.

Hunger. Need. Craving.

For the Infernal Sol.

That’s right, my little vessel. Come to me, and I’ll make you all better.

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