Page 20 of Savage Torment

Minnie snickers like he’s played straight into her hands. “Oh, really? Then maybe the right man is by her side right now. If this is how you're going to choose to act, perhaps you should leave.”

He snarls, charging back toward us. She's playing him, and it's working, yet I can't bring myself to stop and step in. The rest of us are all aware of how we feel about Polaris. Him? Not so much.

We all want to be in there. The rest of us are willing to admit it. We’ve already had a similar conversation with Lincoln. We want to claim her, wolf or not, but as usual, our alpha has reservations.

Lincoln’s hands ball at his sides as he nods toward the doors we’re desperate to step through. “We know nothing about him,” he snarls, and Wylder sighs.

“You’re right, but that's probably only because he's a vampire,” he states, and I nod.

Until Polaris, factions stayed within factions, unless it was a full moon party, of course. But this seems to be extending a little beyond that now.

Minnie clears her throat, rocking back on her heels as she folds her arms across her chest. “He’s been hiding himself from her memories.”

“What?” The word snaps from my lips as rage zings through my body.

“She didn't know. She didn't know about being bound. She didn't know he even existed beyond the prick he is to her in public,” she expands, leaving my emotions to collide in my mind, torn over what to think about this turn of events.

Should I be happy that she didn’t know or furious that he would do that to her?

Both.

“It explains the blackouts she’s had, like the time she never showed when we agreed to meet,” Minnie adds, piecing the puzzle together a little more.

Tatum wipes a hand down his face, exhaustion clinging to his features. “I gave her wolfsbane,” he explains, another layer to the fucking puzzle we’re swallowed up in. My heart races in my chest over all the information I’m trying to absorb.

“It was probably a little bit too late by then,” Minnie admits, and I fall back in my seat.

“Why would he do that?” I think out loud, unable to process what the fuck is going on.

“I don't know,” Minnie replies with a weak shrug. “The only person who does is on the other side of those doors with Polaris.”

Fuck.

We don’t need the reminder.

“This situation is fucked,” Wylder grunts.

“More than fucked,” Tatum adds, and I huff in agreement.

My wolf is desperate for me to let out my rage, to unleash the pent up emotions clawing at my insides, but the rational part of my mind is working overtime to not fuck this situation up anymore than it already is.

“So what do we do about it?” I ask, and Lincoln scowls.

“I’m not sharing with a fucking vampire,” he snaps, and Minnie is back in his face a moment later, finger jabbing him in the chest.

“Right now, you're not sharing her with anyone, because you're a fucking fool.”

The door opens to my right and cuts through the tension in the room as we all whip around to see who has joined us, but it's not Polaris, and it's not Blaze either. Sighing, an awkward silence rolls over the group as the nurse offers us a tight smile a moment before the sound of doors opening fills the room once again, but this time they swing from the exit.

A girl steps in, eyes immediately settling on the nurse like the rest of us don’t exist. I recognize her instantly; a vampire. I'm quite sure she’s a Florentine, one who showed up with Polaris.

“Excuse me, I'm looking for Blaze,” the girl hollers, stopping the nurse in her tracks. The woman, dressed in a set of blue scrubs with her hair pulled back off her face in a slick ponytail, frowns.

“He's not available.” She turns away from the girl, eyes back on the tablet in her hand, but it seems the vampire isn’t willing to accept that as an answer.

“But it’s urgent.”

The nurse sighs before returning her attention to the new guest. “I'm sorry, but it's not possible.” She moves to walk around the vampire, but she stops her in her tracks again.

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