Page 78 of Siege of Blood and Betrayal

“He also gave you and Zane up at DonorWatch. He’s feeding information to Daeva’s crew.”

Huntley’s jaw clenches, and I can see the fury burning in his eyes. “Why? Jaxon is one of us… Or at least, I thought he was. Why would he betray us like that?”

I laugh. “Because karma’s a bitch. You’re getting a little taste of what it felt like when you—and Zane—turned on me. So, yeah, forgive me if I’m not exactly crying over your hurt feelings right now.”

Huntley swallows, his fists clenching at his sides. “There’s no need to dig up the mistakes of the past. You got even when you took my place and left me high and dry.”

I stand up, my body practically vibrating with anger. “I got nothing. I didn’t do a fucking thing, Huntley. I’ll tell you this one last time. My father and I never spoke about you, never had one conversation about squire powers or Zane or anything—he knewbetter. He knew I wanted no part of either of you, so whatever his reasoning was when he gifted me his magic, it’s on you. What did you do that he wouldn’t approve of? How did you let him down?”

He glares at me, anger bubbling up inside him, the frustration that’s been simmering under the surface for days finally boiling over. “Nothing. I did nothing.”

Only there’s no conviction in his words.

Or in his expression.

I chuckle. “Wow, that didn’t sound even the slightest bit convincing, dude. You really need to work on that poker face of yours.”

Huntley’s expression darkens, his jaw clenching as he steps closer. “Don’t you dare twist this around on me! Somehow, you convinced your father to give you the Sacred Squire powers instead of me. You took what should’ve been mine! You’re a vengeful bitch.”

I let out a bitter laugh, my voice trembling with fury. “Are you serious right now? I don’t want any of it. If I knew how to do it, I’d take my father’s squire magic and shove it right up your ass.”

Huntley takes a step back. His expression is hard, but I catch the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

“Francesco and Da left us a few messages. There’s one for you from my father.” I step over to the computer and access the cloud files for him. “Maybe he’ll tell you what happened, because I’m done trying. I get it though. It’s probably hard for you to recognize the truth when you’re such an accomplished fucking liar.”

I turn on my heel and storm out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest, attempting to free itself from the cage of my ribs.

Let him watch the video. Maybe Da will tell him why he did what he did, or maybe he won’t.

I don’t fucking care anymore.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Zane

Anger from the argument with Scottie burns through my veins as I pummel the speed bag in the gym. I hate fighting with her. I knew she’d be mad about leaving her behind, but I didn’t want her hurt. She could never stay mad at us before. I thought this would be the same. Ask forgiveness, not permission. I thought we’d go out, gather intel and no one would be any the wiser.

It didn’t work out like that.

I’ve never seen her like this. She was stubborn and hot-headed, sure, but I loved her fire.

Now she’s ice.

I thought my girl was in there and I could coax her back to me. Maybe she’s not.

She had sex with Tucker.

The thundering of fists to leather echoes all around me. I’m fucking murderous. My need to kill has my beast pacing, darker and more primal than ever.

I’m losing control.

I still smell it. That scent—Scottie’s sweat, their sex, and his fucking shifter musk all over her flesh. Fucking Tucker.

Images bombard my mind of the two of them tangled up together, their scents entwined. It makes my blood boil and my fangs ache to break flesh.

It’s a raw wound that won’t stop bleeding.

I pull my bottom lip across the points of my incisors and tear the flesh. The rush of warm blood floods my mouth. It hurts, but not nearly enough.

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