Page 41 of Savage Torment

My cheeks heat as I take a deep breath. “You’re drawing attention to us,” I mumble, and he scoffs.

“Is that a problem?” The challenge is clear in his tone, and if I don’t watch myself, he’s about to get louder, and that’s the last thing I want or need.

“It is when the rest of us are trying to fight and you’re practically pissing on her leg like the lovesick puppy you are.”

My gaze snaps to the left, following the familiar voice, but instead of the usual wolf ready to come at me, it’s a vampire instead.

“Nobody asked for your opinion, you fucking jacked up mosquito,” Wylder grunts, and Sian rolls her eyes as she folds her arms over her chest.

“Oh my gosh that hurt my feelingssomuch,” she says dramatically, and my chest tightens. As soon as I feel relief and contentment, something else comes along to remind me how fucked up my life is. I’ll rest in Hell, I guess.

“Sian,” I mutter and she sneers at me.

“Don’t say my name. Why are you even looking at me? I bet you have something to do with Terence going missing, don’t you?” My gaze snaps to Blaze a few steps behind her at the mention of T, but the unfazed expression on his face tells me Sian isn’t privy to anything relating to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sian,” I state, bypassing the fact that she’s causing a scene, then complaining that she has my attention. If I rise to her like I rose to Bianca, I’ll never make it to the end of the day.

Thankfully, Professor Drummond appears to our right, clearing her throat. “Are you done making a scene?”

“Ask her,” Sian grunts in response, and I lift my hands in surrender.

Blaze chooses that moment to step forward, a cocksure grin on his face. “If the witch is done playing?—”

“Keep her name out of your goddamn mouth,” Wylder snarls from behind me, his chest pressed against my back, and I take strength from his warmth.

“With pleasure,” he spits, glaring at me before turning away like I don’t exist once again.

Professor Drummond gives me a stern stare before stalking off, and I sag with relief once everyone gets back to their own business.

“It’s okay, Little Witch. Let’s work on those moves so you can snap his fucking neck,” Wylder whispers against my ear, and my pulse spikes.

I want the moves, but why don’t I want to use them against Blaze?

13

POLARIS

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Wylder asks, his arm draped over my shoulder, cocooning me in his warmth. Despite how much I love it, I shake my head as I look up at him.

Standing outside of Professor Juniper’s class, I sense a few students give us a questioning glance as they walk by, completely aware of the witch caught in the wolf’s den. The last thing I need is him stepping inside with me too.

“Don’t you have your own class to attend?” I respond, and he shrugs. There’s a feeling to that gesture, one that shakes me to my core. One that understands he would skip it for me.

Like he thinks I’m worthy of that.

“If you need me, I’m here,” he offers, his words much lighter than the message his actions are sending, and my body hums with delight.

When I don’t respond right away, too caught up in the unspoken revelation, he glances down at me with furrowed brows and I quickly brush it off. “I’m fine, honestly,” I add for good measure, even though I want to deepen my addiction to him.

“She needs the space to think,” Bryony calls out, appearing at my side. She isn’t wrong about that, but knowing it’s visible to others makes me dip my chin in a failed attempt to hide my burning cheeks.

“Shut up, Bryony, or I’ll say something like that to Minnie,” Wylder retorts, causing me to gasp in surprise. I look up just in time to see Bryony glare at him before rushing inside.

As the queen of blushing, I’m sure there was pink coloring her cheeks as well. Wylder chuckles to himself as I glance up at him.

“You noticed that too?”

A smirk stays on his face as he glances down at me. “I notice anything and everything that might affect you, Little Witch.” Another shrug. It’s as if he doesn’t recognize the effect his words have on me.

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