Page 66 of Savage Fate

Chapter

Twenty

A rushof heat descended over my back as Saint’s words sank in. To heal me, he’d have tolickme.

The thought of his tongue gliding over my skin had my heart sputtering and flames leaping across my chest.

“No, thanks.” I cleared my throat when my voice squeaked.

A wry grin tugged at his mouth. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“Sure.”

When hell freezes over.

I bent to pull my boots off but hissed as pain shot through my middle.

Saint was in front of me in seconds, pushing me into the chair in the corner. “Let me help.”

“I can—” My words cut off when he gave me a penetrating glare that almost rivaled Fane’s. “Okay. Whatever.”

The young alpha carefully pried my boots off, water dripping from them as he then tossed them to the floor. “What happened? How did The Collective grab you, and how the hell did you end up at my pack?”

“Barric lured me out of Mohan territory and attacked me.” Since Saint knew about the Infernal Sol, I revealed that theformer head alpha used it to set a trap. “I was stupid to fall for it.”

Saint helped me stand. “Why would Barric come out of hiding just to take you? He could have sent anyone.”

I gave a noncommittal shrug. “He probably has it out for me since I was the one to reveal his involvement in The Collective Hunt and the missing shifters.”

Or because I was his daughter and he blamed me for the betrayal and death of his mate.

“I guess.” He rubbed the stubble darkening his jaw. “I’m just surprised he risked getting caught for you.”

Saint already knew too much. I couldn’t tell him that Barric was my father.

Would he look at me differently knowing I came from such a sadistic asshole?

I flicked open the button on my jeans, ready to peel them off. “Mind turning around while I change? I’m not into giving peep shows.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He spun, palming his nape. “Of course, I wouldn’t oppose a peep show if you were ever in the giving mood.”

Guys.

“Don’t let Fane hear you say that.” I clenched my teeth as sharp pangs crackled over my side while I pried my jeans off. I definitely hit a few rocks rolling around in that damn freezing river. “He’d rip your face off.”

Saint shrugged. “Might be worth it. I’d still have a hot bod without a face.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh from slipping out as I drew the sweatpants up my legs. “Wow, is this comedy hour? Should I pay for a ticket?”

“You can pay with a peep show.”

“I’d do more than rip his face off.”

My head snapped around as Fane leaned against the wooden dresser in the corner with a scowl, arms folded over his chest.

“Fane!”

I bolted across the room and crashed into him, his ghostly form feeling as real as his physical one. He even smelled real.

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