Page 57 of Savage Torment

“Then we better get to it,” I offer, refusing to let my cock lead the way as it swells more and more at the smile that creeps across her face.

“What, me and you?” she asks for clarification, and I glance around the room.

“Who else?”

She rolls her eyes at me, but her amusement is clear. “But you're not a witch,” she states, and I grin.

“No, but I'm yours.”

17

POLARIS

Sunlight streams through the window, waking me from my slumber as a comforting warmth surrounds me.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

I don’t remember waking up a million times through the night.

I don’t remember overthinking every little thing that’s happening in my life.

Nothing.

I try to stretch out, but it quickly becomes clear that it’s impossible with the body wrapped around me from behind. I know from the scent alone that it’s Asher, and I instinctively lean deeper into his embrace.

I let my eyelids fall closed again as I sigh, letting the memories of last night flood my thoughts. Asher wasn’t kidding when he offered to help me focus. He worked with me on my magic for hours—more than just hours. It felt like an eternity. He never grew impatient; he offered guidance where he thought he might be of assistance, but otherwise, he just let me figure things out on my own.

It was… breathtaking.

At some point, Bryony brought us food, helping us push through, but we didn’t stop until it was dark outside and my mind felt disconnected from reality. Every moment in his presence was a dance filled with sexual tension. Lingering glances, gentle touches, and the charged atmosphere around us had me hooked on it all.

I wanted to end the night with him inside me, but the moment we laid down in my bed, I was out.

Fast asleep.

Damn.

Just thinking about it makes my cheeks flush. His attention, paired with my determination to learn, has left me feeling empowered. We began at the front of my Grimoire, turning the pages until I could no longer keep my eyes open.

He was incredibly helpful and selfless, and for the first time in maybe ever, I felt like someone’s priority—not just because of what they might want from me, but because they genuinely want to see me shine.

I squeeze his arm around my waist, running my thumb across his forearm, and he doesn’t move an inch.

I need to get up, though. I have to get my thoughts out, but I can’t do that while I’m locked in his embrace. It takes a few moments of wiggling as I quietly slip away from him, but I don’t go far. I simply prop myself against the headboard and glance down at him.

His hair is messy, yet his eyelids stay closed, as sleep still claims him. It’s nice to see the guy who is always riddled with tension be at peace, even if just for a few moments.

Smiling, I can't help but wonder if this could really be something after what they said last night. I don’t want to get my hopes up, especially since our lives still hang in the balance of time, but it has definitely left me intrigued, curious, and excited. Reaching for my diary on the nightstand, I can’t resist pullingout a pen and opening the Tatum-issued journal to the next blank page to write down my thoughts.

Dear Diary,

The wolves aren’t crazy about the vampire, which is certainly not a surprise, but there’s something there. I’m not sure what yet because I don’t know what I’m looking for it to be, but the fact that there are now three coins in the mix makes everything feel different.

I wonder how many coins there were to begin with. Was there just one for each of her men, or could there be more?

There's a lot we don’t know, but I think I’m ready to explore it. Maybe trusting them won’t be so bad. After all, the chalice might have something to tell us.

But with the chalice comes The Crow. Does bringing it here lock me into an agreement I can’t refuse? Either way, it could provide us answers that we’re not yet privy to.

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