Page 32 of Savage Sacrifice
I shake my head, running my gaze from her silky brown hair swept back off her face to the silvery shimmering eyes looking back at me.
“How about I tell you yours?” I rasp, my throat dry, but I let the sharpness burn, welcoming it as I accept the fact that Polaris was right, and I’m here, alive.
I don’t know wherehereis exactly, but that’s beside the point for now.
“I’m sorry?” The woman breathes as her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and the look of uncertainty is a small resemblance to the look of despair I’ve seen her wear once before.
“I fucking know you. You were in her vision.” I nod, managing the strength to push up to a full sitting position as I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Saying it out loud only serves to bring the memory into sharper focus. “You had me wearing some mad old shit, but I saw you,” I insist, and she shakes her head as she takes a step back, but the way her eyes widen…
I know I’m right.
She clears her throat, tucking a loose curl behind her ear as she avoids my gaze, looking down at her clipboard instead. “I think you’re mistaken. It’s the brain injury, I?—”
“No! No, I’m not.” I launch to my feet, swaying slightly, and I notice the thin gown draped over my shoulders. “You wereoutside crying in the woods with someone while the whole town was inside plotting your demise,” I insist, and her gaze snaps to mine, the color draining from her face as she gulps.
“You don’t know me,” she breathes, nipping at her bottom lip, and I snicker.
“Belladora, right? Or should I call you the original witch? The one who tainted us all with this god forsaken blood kin curse,” I snap, and I didn’t believe it was possible, but her eyes widen further.
I can hear her heart rate thundering over the rapid beat of my pulse. Does that mean my wolf is still here? Fuck, I don’t know.
She presses the clipboard to her chest like a shield. “What’s your name?”
“Lincoln James.”
It’s her turn to sway this time. I’m certain she’s going to pass out when the door bursts open and a man immediately fills the doorway. He doesn’t pay me any attention at first; his sights are set on Belladora. It makes sense, since he’s the man she was with in the woods.
Jonah.
“Is something going on?” he barks, eyeing me cautiously as Belladora shakes her head.
“One of your men, your coven, right? Jonah, was it? I’m sure that was him in the vision,” I grunt, clenching my fists at my sides to try and keep myself grounded. I feel like I could spiral off a cliff with everything unraveling around me.
Jonah’s eyes narrow on me as he takes a step toward us, folding his arms over his chest defensively. “Explain yourself. Now.”
I scoff, my irritation rising. “I’m not the one who needs to be explaining shit, and right now, I don’t care if you do either.”
He cocks his brow at me. “What do you want?”
“Polaris. Now.”
Belladora shakes her head and Jonah cuts the distance between them, planting himself at her back and draping an arm around her chest; protective, just like we are with Polaris.
Fuck, it only makes my need for her grow stronger.
“None of this makes sense,” Belladora whispers, and I grunt, pinching the bridge of my nose in a failed attempt to remain calm.
“It doesn’t have to. Take me to her now before I start wreaking havoc,” I promise, and Belladora grabs onto Jonah’s arm as she whispers his name under her breath.
He silently soothes her as he fixes his stare on me. “She’ll take you to her, but first, tell us how you’re here with your memories still intact.”
I grind my teeth together. I want to stand my ground and get the fuck out of here, but my gut is telling me that playing along with them for a moment is the faster route to getting me what I want.
I’ve never been one to catch flies with honey, I’m more interested in the chase, the dominance, the aggression, but for Midnight, sacrifices can be made.
“Listen carefully because I’m only explaining once,” I warn, and they both nod in sync as they cling to one another. “Polaris killed herself when she learned her blood kin was my sister, her best friend.” The truth cuts through me like a blade, reopening the wound even though I know she’s out there somewhere, alive and well. “Before she did, she whispered one sentence to her: ‘Come find me.’ Well, we’ve been looking, and here I am.”
“And how are you here?” Jonah asks, and I shake my head.
