Page 109 of Savage Blood
Where the hell was Saint?
My jaw clenched as fire once again infiltrated my bloodstream, but this time, lust didn’t fuel it. Rage did.
I stormed toward the door as Wrath yelled after me.
“Fane told you to stay put!”
“He knows me better than that,” I called. “He probably expects me to leave.”
I took the stairs two at a time, ignoring any anxiety caused by the tight space, my thoughts focused on Charla. The inhuman growls and the screams, louder in the thick of it, rattled my eardrums. Fear and sweat choked the air.
Without a transformative weapon, I’d have to rely on my teeth and claws.
A screech erupted from the left, and I spun in time to stop a demon’s claws from slicing into a pixie.
“Snap out of it.” I punched the female dux demon, and she stumbled back, crashing into a table.
A collection of frozen cocktails spilled onto her long yellow hair and ran down her gray flesh. Her thin lips curled back, unveiling rows of serrated teeth and a forked tongue.
“Don’t even think of coming after me.” I cracked my knuckles. “I don’t want to kill you, but I will.”
“I’ll kill you first,” she muttered before pushing off the table and lunging for me.
My demon shifter side rushed forward, thinning my pupils and pushing onyx talons out of my fingertips.
Sensing the danger throbbing out of me, the yellow-haired demon stopped in her tracks. And then she slithered through the crowd to find an easier target.
I should have knocked her out.
“Th-Thanks,” the pixie said, her gossamer wings fluttering behind her while the lights cast shimmers over her cotton candy pink hair.
I nodded and dashed through the melee to search for Charla. Her scent was familiar enough that I could follow it, but too many bodies and other scents filled the air. My pulse spiked as I shoved others out of my way, slipping on puddles of black and crimson blood. If I had the Infernal Sol, I could make them all stop…
Air caught sharply in my lungs. Could this violence be the work of the demon amulet?
My scalp prickled and sweat beaded over my forehead as I stopped and searched for any sign of the amulet. But I’d be able to feel its power, wouldn’t I?
“Back off!”
Charla’s voice caught my attention, and I pushed through the chaos toward her. I slammed my boot into a demon’s leg and then yanked away from her. He swiped his claws through the air, just missing my chest, and I crushed my fist into his nose.
“Tate!” Charla yelled and reached for me.
I stuck my own talons into the demon’s gut and shoved him off. The wound wouldn’t kill him, but it would definitely hurt.
Charla’s hand wrapped around mine, and we clung together, bulldozing toward the left and off the dance floor. Her dress was torn, and cuts dug into her arms and her neck, but she was otherwise fine.
“We need to get out of here,” she yelled, pushing her blond locks out of her face. Her ponytail was destroyed, and her glasses were missing, not that she needed them to see.
Saint emerged from the crowd, black blood speckling him. “Tate!”
The alpha reached us in seconds, and I practically shoved Charla at him. “Get her to safety.”
His mouth dropped open. “What about you?”
Power suddenly rippled through the air, and the hair on my nape rose. Saint and Charla didn’t react, so it had to be Wrath exerting his influence as the demon lord—or at least trying. I could feel it only because I was half demon.
“Enough! Stand down,” he commanded.
