Page 98 of Savage Fate

Fane’s brow furrowed. “I?—”

“It did.” Jess kneeled on the ground next to us, her blond hair a tangled mess from the mystical wind. “Well, partially.”

Fane sat up, bringing me with him. “The urge to kill Tate is completely gone.”

The heavy weight that had been resting on my chest for so long finally lifted, and I slumped against Fane as his arms wound around me. “Then what do you mean it onlypartiallyworked?”

“There was some permanent damage we weren’t able to undo.” Jess sighed. “I’m afraid Fane’s memories weren’t released when the spell broke. They might be gone forever.”

My stomach sank as her words settled in. Fane’s memories had forever been altered. Even though he remembered a few things recently, he might not fully recover them.

He’d never remember our time together before Mykel dragged him across the bridge back to Heldrok.

Fane’s armrested on Logan’s shoulders as the high demon helped him up the stairs to a guest room in the coven house. The demon shifter wouldn’t admit it, but the spell had taken a toll on him.

“I’m fine, Teague,”he grumbled in my mind as Saint and I followed them.“I’m only humoring Logan. He thinks he’s my caretaker.”

“Whatever you say, Maverick.”

If I was being honest, the spell did a number on me too. My knees wobbled on the last step, and Saint’s hand shot out to grip my elbow.

“Take it easy,” he whispered. “You’ve been through a lot.”

My neck tattoo prickled as Fane glared over his shoulder at the young alpha. His nostrils flared, and he definitely wanted to say something—like get your hands off my fucking mate—but he faced forward and continued behind Zane as he led us through the maze of ivory hallways.

Zane opened the door to a large, luxurious bedroom suite that looked like it belonged in a fancy, high-end hotel in Europe. The pristine white and gold décor continued, but softer elements were added, like velvet couches in cream and taupe and satin bedding with silk curtains tied to the four posters.

The room was bigger than some of the shitty apartments I’d lived in as a kid.

“Here you go.” Logan helped Fane onto the couch and then stood, raking his hand through his golden-brown hair and giving a heavy sigh. “What do you weigh these days, Mav? A half ton?”

He flipped the high demon off. “You’ve just gotten weak in your old age.”

I plopped down on the couch next to Fane and leaned back. “You should eat something.”

“So should you.”

“We’ll have some food brought in soon,” Zane said.

Saint sat on my other side, his arm brushing mine almost purposefully. When I peered at him, he smiled as if it was normal for me to be sandwiched between my fated mate and my actual mate.

Fane’s eyes drilled into him, but after a few tense moments, he nodded and lowered his attention to me.

My brows knit. “What’s going on with you two?”

Before Fane could speak, Jess entered the room with a large, ornate wooden box.

“I’ll give you a tonic before you eat, Fane.” She placed the box on the floor by the coffee table and then sat beside it.

Logan dropped into the plush chair adjacent to the couch. “I love a good tonic.” He peered into the box as she opened it, revealing a collection of glass vials, strange plants, and mixing tools.

She snorted. “I don’t think you’ll like this one. It tastes like bog water.”

Fane grimaced. “And I really have to drink it?”

“Unfortunately.” Jess pulled out a bowl and set it on the table. “But it’ll help you recover from that spell.”

“What about Tate?” Fane rested his hand on my thigh, tingles crackling from his touch even through my jeans.

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