Page 66 of Savage Blood
The Mohan alpha’s lips curled back to reveal his teeth, fury pulsating off him.
The air fled my lungs as I got a peek at the alpha he used to be, the one who tormented Fane when he was a kid. Camus and Fane’s father had caused plenty of the demon shifter’s scars.
Camus still owed Fane an apology. And I hadn’t forgotten my promise to get that from him, even if I had to pry it out with my bloody talons.
“I kept this information quiet because I didn’t want the wrong people to find out.” And the last time I checked, Camus’s mate didn’t give a damn about him or their daughter. Why would he care about Reese’s mental state now?
Camus’s nostrils flared. “I knew something was different about you. Maybe I should have listened to my daughter and kept you out of Mohan Wilds.”
Saint shot to his feet while Fane pushed away from the wall.
“Careful, Camus,” Saint warned. “She’s the reason so many shifters survived. Don’t be so arrogant to think they would have been saved without her.”
The door burst open, and three shifters on Silver Ridge’s security team escorted Logan, Wrath, and Ruin inside.
And I thought the air was thick after I spilled my guts, but nothing could beat the choking tension as the former high lord of Savannah entered the room.
Growls rippled around the table, and nearly every pair of shifter eyes glimmered with an otherworldly sheen. Rage perfumed the air, tasting like blood and salt.
“I think we interrupted something important,” Logan muttered to Wrath as his gaze fell on the screen of Coltrane’s drawings.
Wrath arched his eyebrow and angled his head toward me. “Something we should know?”
“I’ll tell you later,” I said, needing to focus on keeping Ruin alive.
As the security team motioned for the three demons to sit in chairs arranged against the wall, Ruin lifted his chained hands to wave at me.
“Hello, beautiful. You’re looking as radiant as ever.”
The shackles were for show. Ruin could get out of them—as he demonstrated in the dungeon—but he couldn’t remove the Malbraxis manacle around his right wrist.
Wrath shoved his brother into the seat between him and Logan. “Be quiet.”
Fane perched on the table beside me again. “Good luck shutting him up without a muzzle.”
Ruin scowled. “Don’t I get to say my piece before you all decide my fate?”
“We’ve already decided your fate.” Ari cracked his knuckles and then ran his hand over his thick, cropped black hair. “You will be executed for your crimes against shifters.”
I shot to my feet. “No, he won’t.”
Ari crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Why are you set on keeping Ruin alive?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
The only people who knew about Ruin’s bond with Roxie were those of us who had been in the Underworld—not that I didn’t trust the shifters.
Okay, so I didn’t trust them.
The shifters currently present were fine, but what if they let the news of Ruin’s bond to Roxie slip to the wrong person? We still didn’t know all the identities of those involved in The Collective Hunt. I couldn’t risk losing my connection to Hawk or my shot at stealing the amulet from Barric.
Ari sighed, seeing the resolve on my face. “We can’t allow Ruin to live. We just can’t.”
Anger heated my blood, and my shifter and demon side stirred, my pupils thinning into black diamonds.
“No one is killing Ruin.” My voice deepened, and energy churned within me.
The alpha power I inherited from Barric longed to burst out and make every shifter in this room drop to their knees.
