Page 112 of Savage Sacrifice
“He’s barely alive,” she bites, and I cock a brow at her.
“He’s not dead either. You’re welcome.”
Her nostrils flare as her hands turn to fists against the glass, and I spy a pink hue creeping up her neck and across her face, confirming her blood pressure is rising.
“This is because of her, isn’t it?”
“Who?” Wylder asks, arms folded over his chest as he watches the vampire before us continue to spiral.
“Polaris,” she bites, baring her teeth at me as her eyes glisten with rage. “You’re hurting him because of her,” she reiterates, and I sigh, waving her off.
“I’m not hurting him, remember? Preferably, to me, he would be dead by now, but his blood kin could be linked to someone important to Polaris, so it’s not worth the risk just yet. Considering that, he's actually still alive because of her,” I proclaim, and she lurches toward me, but I’m ready for the impact, practically eager for it. Before she can make contact, Minnie darts into action, restraining the whiny bitch as she snarls at me.
“You’re lucky she’s dead already. Otherwise, I’d kill her myself,” she promises, and I scoff as Wylder takes over for Minnie, effortlessly restraining her in his grasp.
The same thought passes between all of us, gleaming in our eyes, but no one speaks it out loud. We don’t want to spoil all of the fun after all. It doesn’t stop the grin spreading across my lips as I think it for a second time, heading for the doors toward the woman in question.
This vampire is in for one hell of a surprise.
38
POLARIS
“She’s definitely not in here,” I admit, defeated as we stand in the communal area of the witches’ dorms. I’ve checked her room, mine for good measure, and anywhere communal I can think of without disturbing any residents. The last thing I need is to deal with the fact that I’m back from the dead on top of all of this.
“Okay, that’s fine. Let’s head outside. The fresh air will help us think,” Tatum insists, reaching for my hand at the same time Lincoln wraps his arm around my shoulders, and the three of us head outside as a unit.
We don’t pause until we reach the treeline enclosing the dorm, where the sand turns to grass. Looking back at the building, I sigh, racking my brain over where to go next.
“Maybe she went straight to her father,” Lincoln murmurs, making my gut clench.
“His office?” Tatum clarifies, and Lincoln hums.
“It’s worth checking,” he states as my gaze snaps to the left.
Or…
“She could be down there,” I rasp, the words thick in my throat as I gulp back the memory of the last time I was down in the basement. Besides, it’s where Tatum caught her earlier.
Before anyone can agree or not, the chiming of our cell phones rings through the air and we all hurry to pull out our devices to check.
Wylder:We’ve got the crabby bitch. Where to?
“They have Sian,”Tatum states out loud, sagging slightly in relief, and I can’t help but fuel the hope blossoming in my stomach. We don’t know what the next step is, but I swear with all that I am, I feel like we’re another step closer.
“Great, let them know where we are,” Lincoln mutters, tucking his cell phone away as Tatum taps out a message.
Taking a deep breath, I give myself a pep talk as I go to tuck my device back into my pocket too, but it chimes with another message before I get the chance.
I frown, aware it’s only my cell phone going off this time. Understanding dawns on me a moment later when an incoming message flashes on my screen.
“It’s Bryony,” I breathe, my heart rate catapulting.
Bryony:This has to end.
I scoff,my fingers dancing over the screen as irritation takes over.
Polaris:It would be over if you stopped whatever madness you are a part of.
