Page 55 of Savage Torment

“I don’t know.”

“Because he loves her, obviously,” Wylder states, making her eyes widen, disbelief framed by shock.

She shakes her head, looking at the floor once again, but it only lasts a moment before she gathers herself. When she lifts her head back up, she settles her stare on Tatum.

“What's the importance of the coin if he has one too?” she asks, eager to change the topic, and we let her. Now isn’t the time to lose ourselves to feelings and emotions we’re not truly ready to address.

“Why is Terence still in the medical center?” Lincoln barks back before anyone can consider answering her initial question.

“I asked first,” she states, cocking her brow at him, and he shrugs, unfazed.

“Humor me.”

“Lincoln,” she grumbles, the plea evident, but he doesn’t back down.

“We both know my answer is going to link back to Blaze. I feel like it's fair knowledge for us to make judgments on him. If I’m choosing you, I’m choosing him, and I want transparency with that.”

She shakes her head and I sigh, aware Lincoln isn’t going to stop or take a step back.

“You want the option to figure this out between us all, don't you?” I ask, and she turns to me with a glare etched into her features.

“Don't try manipulating me,” she snaps, and anger burns inside of me. Not at her, but my stupid fucking Alpha.

“Is Terence there because of Blaze?” Tatum asks, thankfully taking her deathly stare away from me.

“Yes,” she admits.

“Is he awake?” Tatum presses, and she shakes her head.

“Why?” Wylder presses, and she glances around at the four of us.

“Because…”

“Because…” Lincoln prompts, and she sighs again.

“Because I was Terence’s chosen.”

“That motherfucker. I'll kill him this time,” Lincoln snarls, expressing exactly how all four of us are feeling.

Fury vibrates around the room while Polaris stands exactly as she was, rolling her eyes at my Alpha.

“You sound like Blaze,” she grumbles, and Lincoln tenses even more.

“Don't insult me,” he snaps back, and she snickers, shaking her head.

“The reason he's there and not dead is because, apparently, Blaze doesn't want to run the risk of killing someone innocent along with him,” she adds, her nose wrinkling as though she doesn’t like the idea of being the reason someone is dead, but she fails to see how important she is.

As much as I hate to think it, let alone say it, Blaze’s actions make sense, but something else niggles in my mind.

“Wouldn’t he have known that before, though?” I ask, and she hums.

“I think he did. Then he saw me chase after him the night of the Full Moon Party and…”

“The mess I left on him,” Lincoln finishes, eyes widening as they both recall that night in ways the rest of us can’t.

“Apparently.”

Silence draws over the room, each of us dissecting the information before Wylder clears his throat. “So, if he has a coin, does he know Tatum has one?”

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