Page 100 of Savage Sacrifice
“You’re not a wolf.”
“What?” Polaris interjects with a gasp, but we’re in a stare off, neither of us daring to look away.
His eyes are normal now, almost making me question myself, but I know what I saw.
“A wolf doesn’t do that with their eyes,” I state, and I sense Polaris’s confusion, but to my surprise, The Crow shrugs, standing taller than ever.
“When did I ever say I was?”
I blink at him, instinctively taking a step back in surprise. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, aware he’s watching my every move.
“You’re my family.” I hate the words in my mouth; they taste like ash.
“Am I?” He cocks his head to the side, and my head rears back as my eyebrows gather in confusion.
“What the hell is going on?”
He smiles, rolling his shoulders, not at all taken aback by the revelations unfolding between us. Instead, he almost seems…relieved?
“Your mother was a bargaining chip, you were the prize.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Polaris blurts, her hand a deathly vice around mine now.
“Think about it, Asher. Think real hard,” he pushes, and there’s something about his tone, the hint of amusement, and the cock sure curl to his lips, I can’t take it.
“Fuck you,” I bite, using my free hand to shove at his chest.
He doesn’t budge. He never fucking does. He’s like a brick wall, unwavering, but when he falls, he’ll break the ground beneath him as he goes, likely taking me along with him.
“She stays away because I ensure it. You’re alone because I chose it, and tomorrow will not come unless I decide it.” His words are laser sharp, drenched in acid, burning through my chest and cutting me open. He’s not lying, I can feel it. I can fuckingfeelit.
“You’re not a fucking god,” Polaris shouts, trying to tug me back a step, but I can’t move.
The Crow turns his attention toward her and I hate it. “Am I not? Tell me what I don’t control.”
“Me. You don’t control me,” she insists, and he laughs. He fucking laughs.
“But you’ve done my bidding. So as feisty as you might be, you’re wrong.” Color drains from Polaris’s face at the acknowledgment, and it cuts me deeper than my own pain. “We were rudely interrupted the other night. How are your parents? I never got the chance to ask.”
“Screw you,” she spits back, the same rage coursing through her veins as it does in mine.
The Crow slowly rocks his head from side to side, cracking his neck as his presence continues to fill the room, growing stronger with every breath.
“I wield those around me with fear. I know where to hit, I know the marks, their weaknesses, which then gives me the satisfaction of controlling your emotions.”
Her jaw is tight, anger flaring in her eyes as she refuses to back down, despite the sharpness of his truths.
“Can you get to the point of why you’re here?” I interject, barely able to breathe, and he thankfully turns away from her again, but his dark eyes find mine with intent.
“I think it’s obvious.”
“If it were, I wouldn’t be asking,” I grind out, and he smirks, lacing his fingers together.
“I have a deal to make,” he states, flexing his fingers before he straightens his leather jacket.
Is he… nervous?
“It’s a no,” Polaris insists, and he snickers.
