Page 37 of Savage Torment

“I can.”

“See,” I exclaim with wide eyes, pointing my thumb back at the asshole in question while Bryony blinks at me in confusion.

“Wait… what have I missed?”

Before I have a chance to answer, I spy Minnie waiting by the double doors. Even among the sea of people darting in every direction, I still spot my friends easily. Any joy and relief I feel from seeing her is short lived as she glances over my shoulder and a grin spreads across her lips.

I offer her a tight smile as I approach, but again, I don’t slow down. It doesn’t stop her from flanking my other side as she nudges my shoulder.

“Hey, are you the reason my brother didn’t come home last night?”

My cheeks heat as I continue to stomp my way toward the dining hall, the smell of food making my stomach growl with need. “I’m going to be the reason your brother is castrated,” I offer, and she barks a laugh.

“No fun, that’s my joke, but for real, what the hell happened? You left last night and?—”

I slam to a stop at the doors leading into the dining hall, whirling around to face her with a serious look. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

Her eyebrows crinkle in confusion for a second before understanding washes over her face. “Oh, ew, that’s probably for the best.”

Bryony snickers to my right, and I shake my head at them, acutely aware of the tingles at the back of my neck, confirming the fact that Lincoln is still near.

Before meeting Bryony, I slipped into the bathroom, panicked he was going to follow me in, but to my surprise,he waited outside. When I crossed his path again, he kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself. Is it bad that I think my frustration and rage grew stronger with the fact?

Even now I want his hands on me.

Fuck.

Minnie links her arm through mine, tugging me to the right, and my steps falter until I manage to draw to a stop at the end of the long wolves’ table.

“You’re sitting with us, right?” Minnie asks, and I freeze, my cheeks still burning as I feel as though every single person in here is watching me.

They’re not, I know they’re not, but I have the gut feeling that the wolves are, and a particular vampire, too.

“Actually, I?—”

Liquid splashes in my face at full force, stiffening my spine and drenching me. My lips part as I glance to the left, searching out where the hell the source came from to find a wolf sneering at me.

Fuck.

“What the fuck, Bianca?” Minnie snarls, beating me to it as I remain frozen in place, covered in a sticky orange substance. Maybe orange juice isn’t quite my favorite anymore.

“I’m done with this bitch thinking she can take what’s mine. Agreements aren’t to be broken. Wylder is mine, and if you even think about coming anywhere near the fucking wolves’ table, I’ll do more than throw a drink on you. Do you understand?” Every word from her lips has her taking a step toward me until we’re toe to toe.

Her eyes swirl with gold flecks as she gets in my face, but before my mind can compute an answer of any kind, my body decides to do the talking.

My fingers trail over the rim of a silver tray and I swipe it from the table, feeling the contents of food tumble onto thewood. But I don’t pay it any mind as I lift it in the air and smash it across her face. The sound echoes around the room, ringing in my ears as the entire place falls silent, another embarrassing scene unraveling around me.

Bianca screams, hand planted against her face as she stumbles back a step, but before she has the opportunity to retaliate, Lincoln steps between us, blocking me from her view.

I’m done with this bullshit from her. I don’t know what fucking agreement she’s talking about, and Wylder has never hinted at the fact that he’s hers, so why am I having to deal with any of this?

My chest heaves with every breath as the ringing in my ears subsides and I realize what I just did. My hand flies to my mouth as I gape in horror. “I didn’t mean to do that,” I mutter, spying Bryony still on my right, but before she gets a chance to respond, there’s a voice behind me.

“Yeah you did, Amica Mea.”

Tingles zip up my spine as I glance over my shoulder to find Blaze a breath away from me. There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes, but it’s paired with a slightly puzzled expression.

“You can fuck off too,” I snap, refusing to deal with him as well. My morning has been filled with enough and I haven’t even managed to eat yet.

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