Page 154 of Savage Blood
Fane snorted. “That’s different.”
No wonder I didn’t find my torn clothes or my boots after shifting into my wolf form. I was still wearing them. “How is this even possible?”
The demon shifter shrugged. “You merged with an ancient power. Anything is possible.”
I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, unable to do much with the rest of it speckling me. “We should probably get out there and help the others.”
“Something tells me after the shifters heard your victory call, the remaining Collective Nosterium and the guests had no choice but to cooperate.”
“Well, I guess we could take a minute to get ourselves together.” My fingers danced over his carved torso, tracing a line of scars.
“Just a minute.” Fane leaned down and brushed his lips against mine.
Then a loud explosion burst through the room, and he jerked forward.
Hot blood—his blood—splattered my face, and as I pulledback, more leaked from the hole in his chest. My sharp intake of air echoed, and I pressed my hand over the wound.
Coltrane stood behind him, her gun raised, the barrel still smoking.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded. “Haven’t you caused enough damage? The Infernal Sol is gone. Get over it.”
She lifted her chin. “I’m doing what I must.”
I scoffed. “Silver bullets won’t work on Fane. Or me. We’re part demon.”
Fane cursed and moved my hand from his wound. My heart dropped as black veins spiderwebbed out from it.
“Thesearen’t just silver bullets, Tate,” Coltrane said. “I was saving these special ones just in case. The silver has been mixed with Demise.”
As her words sank in, all the warmth drained from my body. And then Fane wavered and fell into me, taking us both to the ground.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Debilitating dread burrowed into me,stealing my breath and filling my ears with sirens.
No.
There were screams.
Myscreams.
I rolled Fane over, blood still spewing from the holes in his back and his chest. And those awful black veins radiated out of each wound.
“Fane!” I shook him as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The color drained from his face, leaving him pale.
The silver wouldn’t hurt him.
But the Demise…?
He was only half demon, so I had no idea. When Dominic stabbed me with a blade soaked in it, Fane and the healers at Mohan Wilds saved me by draining my poisoned blood and filling it with Fane’s.
“A blood transfusion won’t help him,” Coltrane said, as if she knew where my thoughts had gone. “A gunshot will spread the toxin a lot faster than a stab, Tate. And a witch helped mecreate these bullets. Once it entered him, the Demise spread out almost like shrapnel.”
Shaking, I lifted my head. “Why kill Fane?”
My longing to crack her skull open and feast on her fears fought with the need to hold on to Fane as long as I could.
