Page 14 of Savage Sacrifice
My knuckles ache, but no one went as hard as Wylder, which is why he’s still patching himself up now. I live for the sting and relish in it; it keeps me grounded in the present and somewhat sane. I just know I would feel a whole lot better if I just fucking knew where my Amica Mea was.
At this stage, I want to see her, truly dead or alive, I just need my eyes on her. Especially since the bullshit excuse the medical center gave us still doesn’t make sense.
The nurse explained that lives taken in relation to the release of the blood kin curse weren’t handled by them; instead, they were instantly discarded by magic, the ceremony conducted by The Keeper Of the Games.
As insightful as the nurse’s initial revelations of the otherwise secretive fact seemed, the moments that followed were filled with unanswered questions.
Why would they do that?
Where do the bodies go?
Who knows the answers we are seeking?
Why is it a secret to begin with?
And where the fuck did The Keeper Of the Games disappear to with that woman?
I fucking knew we should have locked him down, but hindsight is a bitch and I’m helpless to fix it.
A jolt to my right arm pulls me from my thoughts, a snarl burning my lips as I glance to see who touched me, only to find Sian glaring at me.
“Watch where you’re fucking going,” she snaps, distaste etched into her features until she realizes who she’s talking to. “Sorry,” she mutters, gulping nervously, but her anger toward me doesn’t subside.
The feeling is mutual.
She’s mad she can’t find Terence and I’m furious Ben killed himself for her.
I tilt my head at her, considering my options. She’s no longer tethered to someone else. I could kill her without consequence. The desire to do so flickers to life inside of me, but the second I take a step toward her, I pause, knowing that Polaris would be disappointed.
Goddamn my blood boundandmy unwavering love for her.
Most people do crazy shit for love, it seems I’m in the category of behaving rationally because of it.
How disappointing.
Before I change my mind, I spin on the balls of my feet, ready to head inside the main academy building when Sian calls out my name. I pause, one foot over the threshold, peering back at her.
She shuffles nervously from foot to foot, tucking a loose curl of hair behind her ears as she eyes me. “I know you know where Terence is,” she states, lips pinching slightly, but I don’t say a word. Not when she’s simply stating facts to me. If there’s no question, there’s no reason to respond. “You have to let me see him,” she whispers, eyebrows furrowing, and I scoff.
“Someone died for you today, someone who loved you, and yet all you can think about is the man who didn’t care about you until you were both declared vampires.” Saying it out loud only makes it make sense to a vampire. We’re dumb like this, seeking power within our faction because that’s what we’ve always been told to do. These people know nothing unless they’ve connected with their blood bound, their forever love. Nothing else compares, but they’ll never know unless they’re blessed with the opportunity to embrace it. She’s acting like this and she doesn’t even know the feeling.
She shakes her head with a sigh. “He didn’t love me, besides, I?—”
“Did you miss the part where he killed himself so you could live? Don’t you feel anything for that?”
I need to shut up. I don’t care how angry she makes me, my vulnerability and flaws are about to be exposed, and that’s not the image I portray on campus. It’s a small part of myself reserved only for Polaris, and this bitch doesn’t deserve to see the scars that are cut deep beneath the surface.
She shrugs, and I know she’s not going to care about anything other than Terence. If I can’t kill her out of love for my beloved, then she can’t have what her heart desires the most. Seems only fair.
I don’t offer her another single word as I spin my attention around and storm into the building. If I stay in her presence a moment longer, I’m going to kill her, and I like the idea far too much to be able to remember what Polaris would think if she were here.
If I find her,whenI find her, she’s already going to be pissed that I killed Bianca. One day my woman will learn that I kill with love. For now, I need to tread carefully so she doesn’t get mad at me, because that’s the last thing I want.
The corridors are quiet but not completely empty. A small glance at my watch confirms it’s a little after ten in the evening, which makes sense. Entering the dining hall, I head straight to the kitchen area where two chefs still remain for any carryout food anyone may want.
As I near, one of them catches me approaching and offers me a warm smile. I don’t return it, I just grumble my order, rattling off five different pizzas along with a couple of rounds of burgers and fries.
It only takes a couple of minutes for them to have the order ready for me before I’m loaded up with carryout boxes. My walk back to the wolf dorms is a lot less eventful, and when I arrive, I waltz through the doors without a care. I startle two wolves as I enter, both of them turning to me with a snarl, but I brush past them and head straight for the office.
