Page 72 of Savage Fate

She sprinkled herbs across the omelet like they did in restaurants. “Happy in the long run.”

Saint pinched the bridge of his nose, and I sensed him fighting to shove his anger down. “Mom, I appreciate you trying to look out for me, but please don’t bring this up again. This is between Tate and me.”

“Fine.” She slid the plate toward me. “Make sure you eat it all, honey. You look like you’re fading away. Is Fane not making sure you eat enough?”

“Mom!”

Enid tossed her hands in the air. “I’m leaving.” Despite the disappointment shining in her blue eyes, she flashed me a warm smile. “It was lovely meeting you, Tate. Hopefully, we’ll chat soon if my son isn’t afraid to leave you alone with me.”

“Thanks for the omelet.” If she got me alone again, the chances of her resuming this conversation were high.

Saint strode to the fridge and grabbed a pitcher. “I don’t have lemonade, but how about fruit juice?”

“Anything will do. I do drink other beverages besides lemonade.” I used my fork to cut a bite off the edge of the omelet. “I’m not picky.”

“But lemonade is your favorite.” Saint filled two glasses and passed me one as he sat on the stool next to me. “Sorry about my mom. I need to have another talk with her.”

“She’s only looking out for you.” I took a bite of food, holding back my moan as the flavors burst over my tongue. I’d barely had an appetite recently, but I was famished after not eating since early yesterday morning. “So, everyone knows about me?”

Blood rushed into Saint’s cheeks, and he shrugged. “Word spreads fast in a pack. I wanted to keep things quiet, but shifters tend to overhear things.”

“Saint, there you are!” A curvy female with sable locks waving around her heart-shaped face bounded into the kitchen in a miniskirt, furry boots, and a sweater so tight her boobs threatened to bust out. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Saint angled in the other direction. “Sadie, is everything okay? Has your grandfather’s condition changed?”

She waved her hand in the air and gave a beaming smile. “That’s so sweet of you to ask. No, Papa’s great. He ate that entire casserole from Enid. He’s resting now.” Sadie lifted the hoodie in her hand. “I came to return this.”

He took the gray sweatshirt, which clearly belonged to him. “You didn’t have to bring it back so soon.”

“Thanks for letting me borrow it the other night in the forest. It’s been ridiculously cold lately.” She stroked her fingers down his tattooed arm, biting her bottom lip while looking at him like she wanted to eat him alive.

My muscles tensed as a hot, angry fire suddenly burned in me. The omelet in my mouth tasted like sawdust, and the urge to jab my fork in her eye flooded my veins.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Fury spedthrough my insides as the pretty female wolf flirted with Saint right in front of me.

Didn’t she know who I was?

Was she trying to piss me off by touching my, uh, Saint?

I should claw her face off.

Saint must have sensed something, because he angled away from her and turned in my direction, worry flashing over his handsome features. “Sadie, this is Tate.”

“Where are my manners?” She skipped over and lifted her hand for me to shake. “I’m Sadie Montana.”

I choked back the violent urges and took her hand. “It’s nice to meet a friend of Saint’s.”

What the ever-loving hell was wrong with me? Saint wasn’tmyanything. Not really.

Sadie giggled and fluttered her thick lashes. “We go way back. I’m talking crib days. We shared one a time or two.” She winked at him, making my food threaten to reappear.

“Our mothers are best friends.” Saint shook his head as a fond smile crossed his mouth. “Since we were born around the same time, we were forced to endure many playdates.”

Okay, there goes my appetite.

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