Page 18 of Savage Torment

“What the fuck have you done?” she grumbles, and I take that as my cue to give her a little more space. Taking a seat in my chair, this time I kick my feet up on the bed as I fold my arms over my chest, a teasing smile unavoidable on my lips.

Polaris growls, but she’s looking at the cell phone, not me. “I hate him,” she mutters the words about me, like I’m not here, and Minnie snickers.

“I don't think that feeling is mutual, friend,” she states with a nervous giggle before the air grows somber. “And bound, that’s?—”

“I’m pretending I don't remember that part,” Polaris interrupts, making me frown.

“Remember?” Minnie asks, confused, and Polaris huffs.

“All of my fucking blackout moments seem to circle around yours truly,” she states, pointing her finger in my direction as I pry one eyelid open.

All her anger is aimed my way again.

“How do you manage to get even feistier with your friend on the cell phone?” I ask gruffly, and Minnie cackles.

“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet, Blaze. I swear to God, though, she better not?—”

I'm on my feet, snatching the cell phone from Polaris’s hand before Minnie can finish whatever she was about to say. I hit the red button with a little more force than necessary before placing the device back on the table.

“What the hell?” Polaris shouts.

“She was giving me a headache,” I mumble, and she gasps in disbelief.

“She's my friend.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m well aware of that too.”

Looking down at her, every part of my body wants to climb into the hospital bed and lay with her instead of sitting in this fucking chair, but that's not how this works. Not yet, at least.

“Blaze…” She says my name as a plea, but I can tell she doesn't quite know what she's asking for.

So I do the only thing I can think of and lean closer. I put my hands on either side of her face, looking deep into her shimmering eyes as I make sure to fill every inch of her vision.

“We're bound. Get used to it, to this. I'm not going anywhere.”

Her fingers twitch and I half expect her to slap me across the face again, but she doesn’t, to my disappointment.

“I just want it to be known that I don't like this,” she states through gritted teeth, and my smile spreads wide, almost manic, but I absorb it.

“Neither do I, Amica Mea… I fucking love it.”

6

ASHER

Whoever chose these chairs for the waiting room in the Medical Center did not consider someone sitting in them for this long. I’m certain their ratings are a zero out of ten. I'm not recommending this location to anybody, not that I'd have anybody to recommend it to since everyone I care for is in this room… apart from the one we're all waiting on.

I don't know where she is. I don't know what the fuck is taking so long or why no one has given usanyanswers. Or actually, I do. It's all down to one person.

Blaze.

FuckingBlaze.

None of it makes sense. I’m reeling over how I’m supposed to feel about this turn of events.

Betrayed? Maybe. There’s something irking me in my soul, but even if that is the case, I can’t bring myself to leave this room without seeing her first.

We should never have left to begin with, but the rage thrumming through each of us was only going to make the situation worse when Polaris did regain consciousness. I hope she has, it’s killing me not knowing what’s going on. Once again, I’m battling something outside of my control. But this time, it’snot for me, it’s for someone else. Not my blood family or my chosen one, not even a wolf.

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