Page 160 of Savage Blood
There could be—if I wanted to make it happen.
My fingers curled around the steel railing as I imagined peeking inside a few people’s heads to uncover what scared them the most. It would be so easy just to slither inside and poke at their deepest fears.
No one could stop me.
A presence entered the second-story VIP room, and all my tattoos tingled like tiny bolts of lightning struck each one.
“You’re not thinking of doing something naughty, are you?”
That voice alone could have my knees quaking, but when his mouth lowered to my throat and kissed his mark, I nearly passed out from the flood of desire hitting my bloodstream.
“Of course not,” I murmured as Fane wrapped his handsaround my hips and drew me into his hard, scorching body. “I’m a good girl now.”
His rich, husky chuckle caused a throbbing sensation right between my legs. “Only for me, little rebel.”
Fane Maverick, my undeniable soul mate, had gotten a second chance at life.We’dgotten a second chance. I would have stayed in that fear with him for eternity, but luckily, I was able to lead him out.
He woke up on that table, gasping for air, his heart barely beating.
I brought him back from the brink of death, but it took time to really heal him and rid his system of the toxins from Demise and the other mystical properties in Coltrane’s bullet.
Weeks, actually.
And those were the scariest days of my life.
That didn’t seem like a long time, but for someone who was used to taking down enemies like bowling pins, Fane’s slow recovery was torture. He hated it almost as much as I did.
“Have you thought anymore about Wrath’s offer?” he asked, sliding to my side, one hand still burning my hip.
“Nope.”
Merging with the Infernal Sol made me more demon than shifter. And apparently, I was the most powerful one in Savannah. The title of demon lord should go to me.
I didn’t want it.
But neither did Wrath.
“You would make a good leader.” Fane chuckled at my scowl. “You’ve been human, a raven, you’re part shifter, and now your demon powers make Wrath and Ruin’s look like child’s play.”
No one, including me, knew what I was capable of. I certainly had no idea how to do much more than suck out fearsand cause a little—okay, a lot of—chaos. The visions hadn’t returned, but we’d be stupid to think other abilities wouldn’t arise.
“I didn’t want to be the alpha of Silver Ridge. Why the hell would I want to be a demon lord?”
Fane tucked a strand of long hair behind my ear. “Because you’re a natural at it. You’re selfless and put everyone else first. And you look out for the underdog.”
After we took out Barric, the remaining Collective members surrendered. Most of them were still locked up as punishment for their crimes, and the rest of the group had crawled back under the rocks they came from.
The Collective Hunt was no more, not even in secret.
We laid Charla to rest in Silver Ridge’s mystical forest, dozens of shifters paying their respects. A lump clogged my throat as I thought of the brave woman. She would have survived if not for Coltrane.
Anna Coltrane didn’t get a funeral. She didn’t deserve one. Hawk mourned the loss of his aunt, but he didn’t feel any guilt for killing her.
The few surviving members of Barric’s inner circle, including Torin, were locked in Wrath’s lab downstairs while he and Logan attempted to return their animals to natural forms. Now that the Infernal Sol wasn’t influencing them, their madness had cleared, but they were still corrupt pricks. They wouldn’t get a taste of freedom for a while.
“How’s your mom?” I asked, changing the subject.
“She’s fine. Having a blast rebuilding Vlehull to what it once was with Lord Ryker.”
