Page 10 of Savage Torment

“Maybe watch where you’re fucking going in the future,” he grunts, and Polaris’ rears back in surprise. Maybe listening isn’t a good idea, I want to smash him in the face even more.

Does he realize who he’s talking to?

The wonder that this girl is?

Clearly not, because there’s not an inkling of respect coming from him.

We’re going to have to rectify that.

His eyes are red and puffy, and I can only assume it’s because he’s mourning the loss of his center. The one who died because of my actions.

Polaris clears her throat. “I will. Sorry. You haven’t seen Bryony, have you?” she asks, and his sneer only grows more cruel as he peers down at her.

“Oh, she sure as shit doesn’t want to see you right now,” he bites before turning to storm off, shoulder barging into her as he goes.

My feet are moving before I realize it. I’m undecided on if I should stop at Polaris or charge after the fucker, but the second I draw close to her, her scent rich in the air, my hand lands on her shoulder, and I know my answer.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as she leans into the touch, as if she’s comforted by my proximity, but I can’t embrace it when I need this fucker to hear me.

“Apologize,” I bite, and Polaris stiffens beneath my touch, but my order isn’t aimed at her, it’s aimed at the asshole who has paused midstep, with his back to me.

Foster slowly peers over his shoulder, his throat bobbing as his gaze settles on me.

“What?” Foster mutters, a panicked and puzzled expression cascading over his face.

“I. Said. Apologize,” I snarl through clenched teeth.

Foster looks from Polaris to me to where my hand remains on her shoulder before refocusing on my intense stare.

“I’m sorry,” Foster grunts, his nostrils flaring with agitation as the words slip from his lips.

I scoff. “Not to me, motherfucker. And like you fucking mean it.”

“I do mean it,” Foster insists, fully turning to face us with his hands raised in surrender.

“Try again.”

I hear Polaris gulp, but she doesn’t move.

Foster’s gaze finally finds Polaris and he clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she insists, waving him off.

“Now, fuck off,” I command, and he scampers away without a moment’s hesitation.

Reluctantly, I drop my hand from her shoulder, but quickly wrap my arm around her instead, and she whirls around to glare at me.

“Get the hell off me,” she hisses, trying to yank out of my hold, and I grin.

Her eyes are even prettier this close. It should be illegal. In both the human world and the supernatural world. She’s sinful. She’s intoxicating. I can’t even fucking breathe this close to her, and we really have a lot to do.

“I don’t have time for this today,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose with my free hand before pressing my fingertip to her temple. Leaning in close, I whisper in her ear, removing the compulsion I’ve placed her under.

I can tell the moment she wavers from the onslaught of memories washing over her, and she slumps forward from the weight of it all. Before her knees give out and smash on the floor, I catch her.

She’s even closer now, her body pressed against mine, and my cock rages in my pants, but it’s my heart that worries me more. The rhythm, the intensity, it’s all for her.

Thankfully, she gathers herself quickly, lurching out of my hold before she turns to me with her finger aimed in my face.

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