Page 21 of Savage Torment

“If he's unwell, our leader needs to know,” she insists, grabbing the nurse's arm this time, and I sense Minnie itching tointerject, but Lincoln plants his hand on her shoulder, holding her back… for now at last.

The nurse frowns, tilting her head, completely unfazed by the manhandling. “Is that who sent you?”

“Yes,” the vampire girl insists, and the nurse nods.

“Then I'll make sure Blaze is aware people are searching for him.” The nurse tries to shake out of her hold once, but the vampire makes it impossible as her knuckles whiten.

“You don’t understand, I have to see him.”

“And I said, you can't at this time.”

When the nurse pulls from her grasp, the girl releases her and the lady in scrubs takes off back through the doors to where the patients wait without wasting a moment's breath.

The vampire locks eyes with us, snarling with anger burning in her eyes before she storms for the exit.

“What was that about?” Tatum asks when it’s only the five of us again, and I shrug.

“I don't know.”

Minnie’s lips twist as she turns to face the group again. “Could it have anything to do with the person in the room next door to Polaris?”

I frown. I was so focused on Polaris, I didn't even realize there was a room beside her.

“Who?” I mutter, internally berating myself for failing to verify her safety before we came out here. As I look at my brothers, they seem just as bewildered as me.

It looks like the only one of us that thinks clearly in moments when Polaris is in danger is Minnie, the rest of us are useless.

“It was a vampire who went to Florentine’s with her. What was his name?” she mumbles, tapping her chin as she thinks.

Lincoln scoffs.

“Terence.”

Minnie nods. “Yeah, him.”

Lincoln finally retakes his seat, bracing his elbows on his knees. “Fucking good.”

My eyebrows gather in confusion. I can’t shake the feeling that I'm missing something in the midst of his anger, but I circle back and focus on what Minnie said to begin with. “Do you think that has something to do with Blaze?”

Lincoln shrugs like the question is aimed at him. “I don't know, he was fine after—” He catches his words, realizing his mistake when he finds all eyes focused on him.

“Afterwhat, Lincoln?” Tatum asks, and Lincoln tries to wave him off. “What did you do?” Tatum insists, and our alpha slumps back in his seat, aiming a finger at the doors that lead to the patients.

“Do you know he tried to have sex with her?”

My back stiffens. “When?” I snap, ready to barrel through those doors and do something myself, when Lincoln answers.

“At Florentine’s.”

“Oh,” I breathe, unsure how to feel.

“On the fucking playground, I might add,” he snarls.

“That was before us, though,” Wylder states. “And you’re the only one, out of anyone in the entire world, to know he obviously didn’t succeed,” he adds, and Lincoln snickers, the sound amused but dark all at once at the acknowledgment that he was the one to take her virginity.

Seeing him like this, hands laced together as he avoids our gaze, I know we need to push him more. “What did you do, Lincoln?”

He shrugs. “I just roughed him up, but that was ages ago. He was walking around just fine after that.”

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