Page 33 of Savage Sacrifice
“That wasn’t the question you leveraged.” It was, but fuck if I have anything better to say.
“Amuse me.” He cocks a brow at me again, and my hands clench at my sides.
Play the game, Lincoln. Play it for Polaris.
I heave a sigh, making sure my irritation is clear. “My blood kin was announced, but I didn’t take action. Thankfully so, because now I’m dead, tethered to the other side so I can fucking find her and bring her home.”
Belladora takes a step toward me and Jonah releases his hold. She discards the clipboard without care as she blinks up at me. “You’re here on purpose.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure we’ve been over that. I’ve done my part, now it’s time for you to do yours,” I snarl, watching as tears well in Belladora’s eyes.
To my surprise, she nods, each sharp move stronger than the last. “I’ll lead the way.”
Belladoraand I make it halfway down the hallway before I request an alternate clothing option, and she quickly obliges, offering me a crisp white t-shirt and a pair of black pants. It’s a little more formal than I would prefer, but it beats the hospital gown, and she at least offered a pair of sneakers too.
When we’re finally heading back down the hallway, the walls clinical and cold, Belladora clears her throat. “You must really love her,” she breathes, like she’s revealing a secret, but I say nothing, hoping to shut her up. Unfortunately, it seems to have the opposite effect. “To come all of this way for her, to die for her… wow,” she breathes, and I scoff.
“And yet I still can’t see her.” The pointed look I offer her is unnecessary, but she doesn’t pay me any mind.
“We’re getting there,” she offers, a soft smile on her lips, and I can’t help but find it odd that the woman from the vision, the reason for the blood kin curse, is standing beside me in nurse scrubs.
It doesn’t make sense. It won’t, not unless I ask, but I’m not asking shit until I’ve got Polaris in my arms. Nothing else matters until then.
“Through here,” she states, opening the door at the end of the hall. She waves me inside, and I step in, startled by how similar the room is to the portal room back at the academy. However, there are multiple openings here.
It’s not shadowed with dark mahogany wood, though. Instead, the walls are as white as the corridor we just came through, and the clinical feeling still lingers.
She closes the door behind us, trapping us in the small space as she offers me another warm smile. “You might want to hold on,” she offers, dipping her hand into her pocket before revealing a pinch of sand in her grasp as she starts to chant under her breath.
“I’m good,” I mutter, familiar with how a portal works, and she smirks.
“Suit yourself.”
Without a moment wasted, the floor starts to rumble and I immediately lose my balance. In my panic, I spot a handrail on the wall that runs around the entire space and I cling to it for dear life. It’s about five seconds in when I realize she’s not generating a portal for us to transport through, she’s moving the whole damn room.
My feet lift off the floor as the room turns three times before we finally calm down, the rumbling waning as it finally stills.
She turns to me with a grin and a wink before she returns to the door, opening it without issue as I’m left to gape at her.
I should be questioning all of this, every last fucking thing, but Polaris first. My curiosity around this will have to wait. “I’m going to be questioning all of this once I have her in my arms,” I state, following her outside to find another clinical white wall. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if we’ve even gone anywhereor not, but she immediately leads me through a door to our left, and we step outside.
It’s hot as fuck out here.
“I hope you do,” Belladora murmurs, referring to my prior statement, and I grunt, wiping the back of my hand over my forehead.
I can’t help but wonder what she means by that, as the heat makes my brain melt.
“Where are we?”
She tilts her face to the sun, enjoying it with a sigh. “Florida.”
That makes sense. Hotter than the surface of the sun.
“Where were we?”
“New York.”
I nod. That correlates with where Krystal is, and the whole moving of an entire room explains why Polaris is here in Florida, but it still leaves a lot to be answered, and I don’t have time to waste presuming.
