Page 38 of Savage Fate

Or you could feed on all his juicy fear and then kill him.

“I can’t take this anymore.” I bolted for the door, shoving by Saint and Avery. The cold air slapped my heated cheeks as I stormed down the stairs.

“Tate, wait!” Saint called, his footsteps trailing mine. “Can we please talk about this?”

The Infernal Sol was right. Saint wouldn’t want me if he knew who and what I really was. And he was lucky I didn’t have the demon amulet, because I could actually kill him. That twisted version of me might think it was the only way to keep Fane and me together.

“I really need to be alone, Saint.” My footsteps quickened, almost at a sprint, but he remained right on my heels.

After practically running through the woods for five minutes, a hand landed on my shoulder and pulled me to a stop. My chest heaved, steam fogging from my mouth, and the forest brightened as my supernatural senses took over.

“What’s wrong?” Saint asked, wincing. “Besides the obvious.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” I muttered.

He shrugged and stepped closer, peering into my face. “Try me.”

This guy had no idea of the mess I was. He didn’t see the blood staining my hands, nor did he know the bad things I’d done. Fane understood. Fane and I were alike.

Saint was too good. I’d only tarnish him.

“I’m not who you think, Saint. You don’t know the real danger hiding inside me.” I gripped his shirt, spun us, and shoved him against a tree. “Fate couldn’t have picked a worse mate for you, and it’s not only because of Fane.”

He could have easily pushed me off, but he let me overpower him. “No one’s perfect, Tate. You don’t know me very well. I’m not always so considerate or polite. Idohave darker sides.”

A manic laugh burst out, and I felt my irises thin into diamonds. “I’m part demon, Saint, and much worse than you think. Trust me when I say we aren’t even in the same wheelhouse.” I motioned to my slitted pupils. “Would your pack want someone like me as their alpha’s mate?”

“They’d accept you. I’d make sure.”

For shit’s sake. Did he not recognize danger when it was right in front of him?

“I’m not trying to force you to be my mate.” He snatched my hands and flipped us so that our positions were reversed and my back was against the tree. “I only need you to give me time to process this. And time to…”

His words trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his thought. I read it loud and clear from his pained expression.

Saint needed time to mourn.

After waiting and hoping for so long, he finally realized he’d never have the future he expected. To him, this really was a death.

Before either of us could say anything else, an icy chill slinked down my nape at the same time Saint cocked his head to the side, listening.

Leaves rustled, but it wasn’t from the wind. Footsteps crunched over the ground, approaching from the left.

“Someone’s coming,” Saint whispered.

“Orsomething.” Were more sub-demons creeping through Mohan Wild?

His brow furrowed. “Demons?”

I nodded as three pale sub-demons emerged from the shadows, crawling toward us while baring their teeth.

“More skalaes.” I yanked the transformative hilt out of my pocket, turning it into a sword. “I’ll take care of them.”

“Well, I guess I’ll take those, then.” Three more crawled along the underbrush on our right.

Son of a bitch.

Worry bubbled through my gut as the hungry creatures approached. I was used to fighting them, but how much experience did Saint have?

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