Page 102 of Savage Hunt

“I don’t need any part of him.” Tears burned in my eyes as memories of that man tried to drown me. “Kill him. Don’t kill him. I don’t care anymore.” That was total bullshit. I wanted Mr. Bowden to die a slow, agonizing death for all the horrors he caused.

Rough fingers glided over my shoulder, and Fane’s warm breath stirred my hair. “I’ll slaughter him and make sure he screams for hours.”

The edges of my lips twitched. Fane wanted to kill me, but he also sought vengeance on someone who hurt me.

Maybe he was starting to break through the spell all on his own.

Familiar arms wrapped around me, and a body curved against mine as warm breath blew on the back of my neck. I hadn’t felt this safe and content since before Fane and I were taken to Heldrok.

My eyelids fluttered open to the blue walls of my room at the Anders, and I didn’t have to look to know Fane was the one holding me. He’d slipped into my bed last night so we could attempt to sleep without my nightmares, but I didn’t expect him to stay until morning. I also didn’t think I’d wake up to us twined together like lovers.

His lips nuzzled my neck as his hips tilted forward, pressing his hard length into my backside. Fire zipped straight to my center, and I bit my lip to keep my groan from breaking free. He was definitely still asleep.

“Fiera mika,” he mumbled in a rough, sexy voice. His hand skimmed down my side and slipped between my legs. “Too many clothes on.”

Air barely made it into my lungs as Fane pushed aside my shorts and underwear, dragging his finger through my aching center. I moaned into my pillow and bit it when bursts of electricity crackled low in my belly.

It had been so long since he touched me like that. My body was on the verge of melting into the mattress.

But he wouldn’t be doing this if he was fully awake.

“Fane, you better stop.” For shit’s sake, I could barely get the words out. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

The demon shifter rubbed against me, his flesh scorching my backside even through his sweatpants. “Fuck regret. I want your legs opening wide while I bury my?—”

Someone cleared his throat, and Fane and I jolted as Ruin leaned against the doorjamb in dark jeans and a t-shirt, still looking suave and debonair without the suit. “It’s nice to see you two kids getting along, but I thought I’d interrupt before things got too hot and heavy.” The demon lord winked. “Unless you’d like me to join.”

Fane yanked away from me and sat up, the bloodstone bouncing on his chest. Realizing he was still in my bed and had been on the verge of ripping our clothes off, he sent me a scathing glare like it was my fault. “What are you doing here, Ruin?”

“Nice to see you too.” He pushed off the doorjamb and hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “Nadia and a witch from Maleor Suprema are downstairs. They’d like to examine you to see if they can break Kaspin’s spell.”

I sat up, my heart slamming into my ribs. “Really? Do you think they can help?”

Ruin shrugged. “Everlee is pretty powerful, and together, they can at least come up with somewhere to start.”

“No.”

Fane’s sharp response caught my attention, his face hard and stare boring holes into the demon lord.

“What do you mean?” Ruin motioned his hand toward Fane. “You have to know you’re under a spell, Mav. Everyone has told you that, even your mother. If you believe anyone, it should be her.”

“That’s not the point.” He ground his teeth so hard I felt the vibrations. “Maybe I don’t want the spell to be removed.”

My shoulders felt like a thousand-pound weight pressed against them. “Why not?”

He yanked the covers off and placed his feet on the ground, giving me his tattooed and scarred back. “Because if there really is a spell and all of the shit everyone has been saying about us is true…” He jammed his hand through his unruly hair, his body so tense he could shatter with a tiny flick. “Then I really have betrayed my brother with his killer.”

An invisible fist punched my ribs so hard I couldn’t breathe. He would rather keep the urge to kill me than be with me.

“You don’t get a fucking choice in this, Fane.” Ruin’s eyes blackened as shadows curled around his face, sharpening the edges. “It’s reality.”

Fane bolted from the bed and marched by the demon lord. “Well, I’m choosing a different reality.”

A growl burst from Ruin’s teeth. “He can really be an asshole.”

“Yeah, he can.” I dragged my fingers through my tangled raspberry strands. He also knew how to rip my heart to shreds.

Ruin crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “We’ll get him back, Tate. I promise. And when we do, he’ll grovel at your feet and beg for forgiveness.”

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