Page 67 of Savage Fate

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say Fane left his body to pay you a visit.” Saint’s gaze burned into my back. “Or did you hit your head when you fell off that cliff?”

Fane’s lips thinned into a tight line. “Maybe you should put on a shirt. I’d hate for Saint to think you were planning a show for him.”

A blush ran over my skin.

Shit. I was still in my bra.

“Yeah, Fane’s here.” I hurried back to the chair as fast as my sore legs could carry me and shoved the gray tank top over my head.

Saint rocked back on his heels as he perused the room, searching for the invisible demon shifter. “How long has he been here?”

“Long enough.” The lethal tone of Fane’s voice had goose bumps rising across my flesh. His pupils elongated into diamonds as he glared at the young alpha.

Thankfully, Saint couldn’t see him.

“Where are you, Fane?” I asked, threading my arms through the hoodie’s sleeves and yanking it over my head.

Now that I wasn’t fighting for my life or freezing to death, the separation anxiety from the bond registered, and nervous energy ricocheted within me. It would only get worse.

“I’m in the car with Hawk.” He finally tore his attention from Saint and returned to me. “We’re on the way.”

As relief hit me, I dropped onto the edge of the bed, and Fane closed the distance between us.

“I’ll be there soon, fiera mika.” He dragged his thumb over my cheekbone before vanishing.

Saint crossed his arms and scowled at the spot Fane had just been. “I wasn’t serious about the whole peep show thing. It was just a joke.”

I snorted. “He’s gone.”

“Oh.” His shoulders relaxed, and a ghost of a smile pulled at his lips. “In that case, I did mean it.”

A knock rapped on the door, and Avery poked his head in. “We have Hailey. She’s okay.”

I bolted up and headed toward him. “Where is she? I want to see her.”

Avery led us down the long hall with oak walls and a soft carpet runner muting our steps. Once we turned a corner, he knocked on a door. My heart lurched when a soft voice answered.

“Come in.”

Hailey was perched on a mountain of pillows in a large bed against the farthest wall. Her brown eyes were glassy and tired, and bandages wrapped her wrists where the silver chains had been, but she smiled when I entered.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Tate.” She smoothed blond locks from her face. “I was so worried when you fell off that cliff.”

I perched on the edge of her bed. “It’s going to take a lot more than a little dive off a cliff into an icy river to get rid of me.”

She laughed and then winced, grabbing her torso. Those assholes had hit her a few times.

“Here.” A guy with cropped copper hair handed Hailey an ice pack. “You should get some rest.”

“We just want to talk to her for a minute, Josh.” Saint rested his hand on the other shifter’s shoulder. “I promise not to harass your patient too much.”

Josh gave a soft smile and nodded. “Make sure you drink that, Hailey.” He pointed to a glass of murky green liquid on the nightstand. “All of it.”

She grimaced. “If I wasn’t a healer myself and knew how much Consano Remedy sped up the healing process, I’d throw that crap down the drain.”

He chuckled and walked toward the door. “It’s disgusting, but it works.”

“Are you really okay?” I asked. “No major injuries or anything?”

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