Page 78 of Savage Blood
Doubtful.
He shrugged off his shirt, revealing those cut muscles and colorful tattoos. He’d told me before that skin-to-skin contact was the key.
“Just let me be around you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Don’t you have an entire pack to look after?”
Saint shrugged, pulled the covers down, and climbed into bed beside me. “I can manage. Plus, Avery is an awesome beta.”
Fane slammed his palm over the light switch, throwing the room into darkness. Then he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall like a statue representing every emotion related to rage. Even as my eyelids lowered, his gaze remained on me while I lay in another man’s arms.
Part of me was glad this hurt him. After all, this was what he wanted.
But a bigger part wanted to bolt out of the bed and throwmyself into Fane’s arms. The fear that this would be our undoing tightened around my neck like a noose.
I needed to heal and face Barric. But would it cost me Fane in the end?
Chapter
Nineteen
After returningto my human form, I rested against the pine tree, sweat glistening on my skin under the silvery moonlight. My chest heaved and heart crashed against my ribs while excitement hummed in my body.
I peered around the thick trunk at the last few moments of Saint’s transformation, which left him standing beneath a shaft of light.
Completely naked.
The moisture evaporated from my mouth.
His muscles coiled and stretched as he stood and dragged his fingers through his wild hair. While sharp onyx tattoos and scars covered Fane, rainbows of colorful swirls and designs inked Saint’s tan body.
A few blemishes spotted his form, but they were nothing compared to Fane’s.
Had no one challenged Saint for the alpha position? Or was he just so good that few had the chance to scar him?
As if he felt me watching, those silver eyes swiveled to mine, a grin curving his lips.
“I see you.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as I jerked back around the tree, Saint’s silky laughter cutting through the shadows.
Shit.
I snatched my underwear out of the pile of clothes and fit my legs through each hole before grabbing my sports bra. Most shifters didn’t care about nudity, but I sure as hell did. And Saint respected that. He always gave me time to dress before approaching after we shifted in Silver Ridge’s mystical forest.
A few weeks had passed since I revealed who my real parents were and spilled my guts about the dangerous demon amulet in Barric’s possession. The Infernal Sol was still a hushed subject, and the leaders of most packs kept that information to themselves.
But word of my identity spread like wildfire.
Fane had barely been at Silver Ridge lately, haunting my nights in his ghostly form to ease the separation anxiety. He’d visited for real only a handful of times and didn’t hang around.
I wasn’t sure what hurt more—what he did to Hawk or him practically throwing me at another man.
“So, Tate, since you got a peek, it’s only fair if I get one.”
Saint’s nearby voice startled me, and I edged around the tree to find him leaning against the other side in only a pair of black sweatpants. His smile broadened when he saw me.
“I didn’t… I mean… I wasn’t… trying to look.”
