Page 48 of Savage Fate

He scoffed. “Of course you do. You were a raven. You’ve got that need to protect and?—”

A tingle crackled over my neck tattoo and down my arm moments before Fane ripped Saint’s hand off my shoulder and shoved him back.

“How many times do I need to remind you that Tate ismine?” The possessive growl he released had my teeth chattering.

Chapter

Fifteen

Saint’s nostrils flared,and his irises glowed as he attempted to keep his control with Fane snarling at him. “We were only talking.”

“You don’t need to touch her to talk, Grimstone.”

Murmurs rippled through the room, and I could practically smell the confusion from some of the shifters.

“Why are you so jealous, Maverick?” A vicious grin curved Saint’s mouth. “You shouldn’t have anything to be worried about, right?”

Did Saint have a death wish?

As fury erupted through Fane, Wrath and Logan rushed to his sides and gripped his arms before he could attack.

“You’re the one who should be worried.” Fane struggled in the high demons’ hold, but if he really wanted to get out, he could.

Avery grabbed his alpha’s arm and pulled him back. “Not a smart idea, man,” he muttered.

“Not smart at all.” I clenched my jaw and glared at Saint. “Why are you provoking him?”

He shrugged. “I can’t always be the bigger person in this, Tate. I’m a male wolf, and you’re my?—”

“Finish that sentence, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” The threat curling around Fane’s words was enough to make a grown man wet himself.

“What the hell is going on?” Ari asked. “Is there something I need to know?”

Ephraim jerked his chin toward the door and motioned for Silver Ridge’s alpha to follow him. “Let’s talk in your office.”

Perfect. Now everyone would discover the latest drama in my life.

“Come on, big guy.” Logan drew Fane toward the other door and farther from Saint. “Let’s get you out of here.”

Fane finally broke eye contact with Saint and found me.“I’m going to kill him if I don’t leave.”

“And I’m guessing you don’t want me to come.”

The demon shifter didn’t need to say it out loud or in my head.

I tossed my hands in the air. “Go calm down. I’ll find you if you’re not back at Silver Ridge in two hours. And not in my incorporeal form.”

Once Fane vanished from the room, I spun and marched through the same door without sparing Saint another glance. He was an idiot for provoking Fane, and I didn’t currently have the control to tell him as much without adding a little violence.

So instead of punching the young alpha, I meandered through the house to regain my composure. It didn’t take me long to end up in the room where I discovered who my parents really were. I kneeled and ran my fingers over the claw marks gouged into the wooden floor, memories of that night crashing through my mind.

Anton’s nursery—my nursery—still smelled like blood even though someone had cleaned it. The remnants of the fight between Barric and me lingered. The wooden rocking chair was gone, demolished, and several shelves were missing.

The picture of Tamara that had fallen from the wall and shattered had been reframed and hung back with care.

Barric sure as hell hadn’t done that.

A presence entered the vicinity, and I turned as Valeria leaned against the doorjamb, a crimson shawl around her shoulders. Her silver braid was so bright against the rich material the strands seemed to glow.

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