Page 93 of Savage Fate

Amelia leaned forward as I showed her the image of Fane, and her little mouth dropped. “Wow,” she whispered, her eyes glazing over. “He’s magnificent.”

This got her mother’s attention, and her head swiveled over her shoulder again to see my phone. She gasped and rested her hand on her chest. “Magnificent is a perfect word for that creature.”

A proud smile crossed my face. “He’s definitely something.”

The door at the end of the car slid open, and Saint emerged with a paper bag in one hand and a bottle of something pink and fizzy in the other.

Amelia grinned as she watched him walk this way. “Since he’s not yours, I can have him?”

“Amelia,” her mother admonished.

The little girl just shrugged. “He’s too pretty to be alone. I’d like to marry him. I don’t care that he’s a wolf shifter.”

My throat tightened as her words sank in. Saint was too sweet and kindhearted to be alone. He deserved a mate that would love him unconditionally.

At least one that was freaking available.

Saint took his seat, pulled down the table, and set the objects down. “The witch’s brew will help with the nerves, and then I thought you might like some cookies. I had them sprinkle cayenne pepper on them.”

Too damn sweet.

“Thanks,” I whispered, afraid my voice would crack if I spoke any louder. “I’m feeling a little better.”

He absentmindedly stroked my arm, his touches becoming more comforting. “I’m glad.” He glanced at Amelia, who was gazing at him like a lovestruck fan. “Hello there.”

She fell into a fit of giggles. “I’m Amelia. Will you marry me?”

Her mother gasped, red spilling into her cheeks. “Amelia, you are too much.”

But when Saint unleashed a full smile, both mother and daughter swooned. Actually, nearly every witch in the car did too.

Could you blame them?

Saint leaned toward the girl. “You might be a little young for me, but if you’re ever on Earth, you’re more than welcome tovisit the Blackwater Falls pack as my special guest.” He winked. “I’m Alpha Saint.”

Amelia’s cheeks bunched up as she gave the biggest smile. “I can’t wait!”

Her mother shook her head but mouthed aThank youto Saint for being so kind. “That’s very nice of you, Alpha Saint.” She nudged her daughter. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Alpha Saint.”

When her mother finally got Amelia to turn back around, I chuckled. “Mr. Alpha Saint. I might have to start calling you that.”

He shrugged and opened the bottle for me. “You can call me anything you want, but I don’t think Fane would like some of the nicknames I have in mind.”

From the mischievous wiggle of Saint’s eyebrows, Fane would definitely protest the terms he was thinking up.

After another stop, Amelia and her mom got off, and we continued our long ride to the center of the city. The walls had stopped closing in, and I started to relax.

Until intense pain unfurled inside me.

Fireworks erupted in my abdomen as we stepped off the train in the center of Illyria’s metropolis, and I hunched over, gasping.

“Tate, what’s wrong?” Saint helped me toward a bench to clear the door for other passengers.

I inhaled a ragged breath. “It’s the spell. It’s causing Fane pain.”

Saint’s lips thinned. “It’ll only get worse. He should be blocking you.”

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