Page 94 of Savage Hope

“Don’t push him, Wylder. That’s the last thing we need when it seems he’s already wound tight,” Minnie murmurs, but there’s a teasing in her tone that I’m all too familiar with.

Wylder leans toward me until there’s only an inch or two between us. The sparkle in his eyes is the only warning I get before he speaks. “She tastes like Heaven.” His words are nothing more than a breath of air.

“Fuck. You,” I grind out, jealousy burning through my veins, but it’s not lost on me that his words don’t confirm he took her virginity.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock coming from the door.

Minnie bounds to her feet, aiming a deadly stare at me and Wylder. “Thank goodness she’s not a wolf with the ability to hear the crap coming from you two,” she gripes, and Wylder scoffs.

“Yeah, or a vampire,” he adds, and the sneer that curls my lip deepens.

“If she were one of them, we definitely wouldn’t be in this situation right now,” I correct. Still, neither of them offers me any acknowledgment as Minnie swings the door open to reveal my silver-haired distraction with her friend beside her.

I notice how my sister rakes her eyes over the friend; the friend also glances over my sister. Hmm. That’s a heartache waiting to happen, but I refuse to get involved. My sister still hasn’t let me live it down the last time I tried to intervene. So I’ll remain silent and be here when she needs me when the downfall inevitably happens.

“Ready to go?” Minnie beams, and Polaris nods nervously, nipping at her bottom lip, and my dick stirs at the sight.

“Where are we going?”

“To have some fun, remember?” Minnie insists, waving her off as I take a second to drink her in.

I’m still mad at her for leaving my sister waiting, even though Minnie insists she had a good reason; not that she shared it with me. Regardless, I’ll be mad until I say I’m not. Even if she stands before me in a pleated skirt and cropped white-collared shirt that reveals the tiniest sliver of her stomach.

I wonder if her skin is as soft as it looks.

Fuck.

I need to get my head out of the gutter. What I should be considering is the point Tatum made the other night about needing a witch.

Is she trustworthy?

There’s only one way to find out. Either way, something tells me that, in her presence, we’re all fucking doomed.

36

POLARIS

Bryony squeals, clapping her hands excitedly as we stare up at the colossal sign ahead. “How are we even here?”

I have no idea wherehereactually is, but it’s practically buzzing.

Crowds of people bustle around us, some squealing as excitedly as Bryony while others take pictures, leaving a few to grumble that we’ve stopped in their way. But most don’t seem to care. Me included. I’m too enamored with the vibrant lights, soft music playing, and the attractions that lead off in every direction.

“It’s a family business,” Minnie explains, beaming from ear to ear, and I blink at her.

A family business for what exactly?

As if sensing my confusion, Bryony links her arm through mine. “It’s a theme park, Polaris.”

“Which means…” My words hang in the air as the wolves around us finally realize I’m way out of my depth.

“You’ve never been to a theme park before?” Asher confirms, eyebrows raised, and I dip my gaze. Bryony must sense my discomfort because her grip tightens.

“I don’t think they offered field trips at Florentine’s,” she states, and I force myself to lift my head to find all six of them gaping at me.

“What about before that?” Minnie asks, and I shrug.

“They take all our memories and wipe them clean when we enter Florentine’s.”

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