Page 149 of Savage Blood
“You know what, Barric?” Roman stepped toward him. “It’s about time for my magic to bindyoufor a change.”
As Roman’s hand rose, purple electricity shooting forward, a cloaked figure moved behind him. Claws flashed and curled around the witch’s neck.
“You know nothing of loyalty, witch.” Jax yanked his claws across Roman’s neck, and blood spurted out.
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
Roman’s eyes widened,and he gripped his neck, blood pouring between his fingers. But it was no use. Nothing would save him.
My stomach lurched as the witch fell forward, hitting the ground with a thud while Jax’s maniacal grin spread frost over my back.
“I never liked him.” Jax licked his claws. “And he clearly couldn’t be trusted.”
“You’re going to die,” I spat. “Right along with your alpha.”
Jax opened his mouth to argue, but Barric’s growl stopped him.
“Get out of here, Jax,” my father commanded. “You know the plan.”
The beta pivoted and bolted out of the room.
“Attack them!” Barric yelled, alpha power pulsing out of him as he sprinted for the door. “Do as your alpha commands.”
Loud groans and cracks echoed once the remaining Collective Nosterium members began to shift, some against their will. In minutes, snarling animals would pack the room.
Now that Barric didn’t have the amulet, would their animal forms still be distorted and grotesque? What about the rest of The Collective? Would Barric use his alpha power to force his guests trapped in the grand room to fight?
In a matter of seconds, Fane shifted into his demon wolf while Roxie tossed Hawk a transformative hilt.
“Go after Barric,”Fane said, his bloodlust pumping through the bond.“I got The Collective.”
Fane stalked toward Wes, the shifter trembling as he tried to quicken his transformation.
My friends collided with the enemy, shooting adrenaline through my veins, and I hopped off the blood-soaked table to rush after Barric.
The room tilted, and I collapsed to my knees.
What the ever-loving hell?
The animal roars and clash of battle became distant as dizziness overwhelmed me. Bile oozed up my throat, and the urge to empty my stomach enveloped me.
And then another sensation—something familiar and not entirely unwelcome—surged through my system, pouring shivers down my spine.
Fear.
My head angled back as I inhaled the pungent scent of terror clogging the room. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I licked my lips.
So many fears to choose from. Dark, delicious, and sweet. Who will be my first victim? I’ll crack their skull open and sink my teeth into that juicy meat.
Instant panic doused those urges like ice water. I’d barely merged with the demon amulet, and I was already spouting crazy shit.
But I’d forgotten just how delicious fear tasted.
“Tate, get up!” Marcel, now free from his chains, grabbed my biceps and hauled me to my feet. “Barric is getting away.”
As the room settled and the spinning stopped, I swayed on my feet while Marcel’s words sank in. Barric fled a few minutes ago. He could be long gone, but I’d search the entire Underworld for him if I had to.
