Page 111 of Savage Sacrifice
“That’s bullshit,” Sian snaps, hands balled into fists at her sides as she glowers at the nurse. “I need?—”
“I’m sorry, there is nothing further I can assist you with at this time,” the nurse interjects before slipping through the door behind her, letting it fall with a heavythudin Sian’s face.
The three of us remain silent, watching as she slaps her hands over her face, hiding from the world as she tries to contain the apparent rage consuming her. It’s odd if you ask me, but I don’t get a chance to assess the situation any further before she spins in our direction, a glare immediately consuming her face.
“You,” she snaps, aiming a finger at me, and I fight back the eye roll threatening to break free at her outburst.
“Sian,” I breathe, already irritated by her presence.
“I want to see him,” she insists, and I shrug.
“Good luck with that.”
“Let me see him, Blaze. Let me see him right now!”
“I can’t?—”
“I know you’re listed as his guardian. Stop being an asshole and let me see him,” she insists, and I tilt my head, inspecting her.
“Why are you so obsessed with him?” I ask, and she shakes her head in disbelief.
“I love him.”
“Since when? Since you got here, and what?” I push, acutely aware of the fact that he was interested in Polaris back at Florentine’s, and she was wrapped up in Ben, so it doesn’t make sense. The only dots I’ve connected are that they arrived here together and were both confirmed as vampires, but still, does that elicit this kind of need?
“Since… forever,” she affirms, and I roll my eyes, unable to control it this time.
“That’s a lie.”
“No it’s not,” she maintains, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Regardless, if you’re not going to let me see him?—”
“Let her see him,” Minnie breathes from beside me, cutting through Sian’s tirade, and I cut to the wolf in question with a glare etched across my face.
“I don’t need to pander to her. Wylder just needs her to come with us, and?—”
“Come with you where?” Sian interrupts, and I sigh.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I think it does,” she protests, and I half consider grabbing her and running now so I don’t have to deal with this shit, but the look in Minnie’s eyes tells me she thinks she’s onto something.
I offer her a single nod, earning a slight grin before she turns her attention to Sian. “He’ll take you to Terence if you come with us… willingly.”
“Deal.”
It takes everything in me to control my reaction. Is it as simple as that?
I consider questioning it, but Wylder pats me on the back, kicking me into gear, and I head for the double doors. They open effortlessly at my touch, and the others follow after me, entering the quiet hallway with medical rooms lining each side.
The window I want comes into view a moment later and I draw to a stop in front of it, waiting for the others to do the same.
“Oh my God, what’s wrong with him? You have to help him,” Sian insists, planting her hands on the glass as her breaths come in short, sharp pants.
“I am,” I state with a shrug, and she turns to me with a frown curling her lips downward.
“How? He’s… he’s just lying there.”
“On a ventilator,” I add, pointing to the machines, but that doesn’t seem to ease the growing tension rippling from her.
