Page 45 of Savage Fate

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

My head snapped toward the left as Fane stood in the kitchen a few feet away, nostrils flaring and irises flashing red.

Chapter

Fourteen

Fane stood in the Anderses’kitchen, rage pulsating around him as his fiery gaze ping-ponged between the other male shifter and me. The black tattoos on his tan skin twitched, and I felt his demon wolf longing to break free.

Part of me wanted to calm him down and reassure him that nothing was going on.

The other part was pissed.

“Oh, now you decide to show up?”

Deep lines crisscrossed Saint’s forehead. “Who are you talking to?”

Of course, only Fane’s consciousness was here. His body was still miles away. “Couldn’t take the time to actually come back? You just wanted to spy?”

Fane’s eyebrows slammed down. “I felt your panic. I thought something was wrong.” He flicked his hand toward Saint. “But I guess I’m not needed when you have your very own fated mate to tend to you.”

I scoffed and pried my consciousness from my physical form to stand mere inches from the demon shifter. “Don’t be an idiot, Maverick. After all we’ve been through, do you really think I’d suddenly decide to be with someone else?”

“Then why is he here?” he gritted out from behind bared teeth. “Touching you?”

Saint had gotten up and now loomed over my body, gently tapping my cheek. “What’s wrong? Should I call someone?”

“I took pity on him,” I explained. “He’d left Camus’s and was planning to sleep in the woods because Marissa wouldn’t leave him alone.”

Fane huffed and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “That doesn’t explain why he’s touching you.”

“I’m staring off into space. He probably thinks I’m catatonic.” I propped my hands on my hips. “Instead of grilling me on Saint, maybe you’d like to know the reason behind the panic that had you racing over here.”

He tore his attention away from Saint, and some of the harsh lines carving his face evaporated while a wave of worry rushed through the bond. “What happened?”

“I figured out the visions I’ve been having are real. And they aren’t just the fears of shifters.” Acid oozed up my throat as their terror washed over me again. “I was watching the last hours or maybe even days of their lives before their bodies were mutilated, hearts cut out, and corpses dropped off for us to find.”

This completely wiped the remaining anger from Fane’s expression, and he reached for me, pulling me toward him. “Are you sure?”

“I’m a hundred percent sure, Fane.” Damn him for not being here for real when I needed him. “I should have realized it sooner.”

Maybe the craving for the Infernal Sol had distracted me from seeing the truth.

“Tate!” The terror in Saint’s voice had risen, and he looked around like he was moments away from either slapping me or waking up Nora and Ephraim.

“I better get back to my body before he has a panic attack.”

Fane scowled but didn’t press me on my concern for the alpha. “We need to tell the others about your visions.”

A flicker of anxiety radiated through my chest. “How will we explain this? It’s not every day a shifter has visions of murders. This has to be some kind of freaky side effect from the Infernal Sol.”

“We can blame it on your demon side from me.” Fane shrugged. “No one else needs to know about the Infernal Sol right now.”

I’d have to tell Fane I accidentally let it slip to Saint, but that could wait until later. He wouldn’t be happy about it.

“I guess that’ll have to work.” I stared up at Fane, wanting to fall into his arms.

He must have sensed my need for him because he stepped forward, his warmth leaking into me as he stroked my cheek. “I’ll meet you in Savannah tomorrow afternoon.” His gaze flickered toward Saint as he continued to try to wake me from my daze. “Ride with Hawk or someone other than Saint.”

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