Page 5 of Savage Sacrifice
My instinct is to react without thought, leaving death and destruction in my wake, but knowing there’s a sliver of hope has me contained. For now, at least.
The way Minnie says it, fiery and rich with faith, forces me to take a deep breath to center on what that could mean.
She’s not gone.
My chest lightens.
She. Is. Not. Gone.
I repeat it again and again, letting the words wash over me as they fuel my belief and strengthen my determination.
My devoted would never just leave. Not without cause or a plan.
I stand taller, my chest puffing out as I crack my neck from side to side. I don’t know whether it’s an abundance of hope or not but I feel the connection still. To her. To us.
I know it to be true.
I have to believe it. Otherwise, Lincoln is right, what would the point be? And I refuse to accept that fucker could be right.
With my new-found mindset, I glance around the others and consider whether I can take this task on alone or if I’m going to need help.
Everyone is still frozen in place, locked on Minnie’s words, giving me a moment to really take them in.
Tatum is visibly doing the worst.
His skin is ashy, his pulse rippling at his throat as his fists clench at his sides. He doesn’t know what to do, to say, to think. I understand that, but he’s wearing his vulnerabilities for everyone to see. Although, I feel like if any of us were going to do that, it would be him. I don’t know his backstory, I don’t know any of them to be fair, but his sadness has always been present, just less noticeable in Polaris’s presence.
Wylder stands to his left, nostrils flared, hands stuffed in his pockets, and head shaking from side to side ever so slightly. He’s deep in disbelief and struggling with the emotions inside of him that need a release. Just like Lincoln. Maybe those two could fight it out. It’s not my problem.
Asher, on the other hand, is nodding to himself as he slowly blinks at Minnie. He’s calculating, considering the possibilities while trying to understand Polaris’s final words.
It’s unreal for all of us. Even Bryony shuffles nervously from foot to foot, and Ialmostgive her a round of applause for still coming over here. But it’s the look in Minnie’s eyes that keeps me rooted to the spot.
I’m a one man show. One man with a devoted and all of her tag-a-longs it seems.
But I’m going to need Minnie’s fire and strength. The belief she feels, it’s rooted deep in my bones too. Besides, I can’t leave them. Not when I haven’t completed the deal set out by The Crow.
Kill the one who mated and marked Polaris.
Tatum.
Well, technically, they all have now. Does that mean I need to take them all out?
I’d rather not.
Simply for the headache that would ensue once Polaris found out. And she would find out. Because I will find her, spank her ass, and tell her myself.
Asher clears his throat, rocking back on his heels as a scream sounds from behind him. The final blood kins seem to be fighting it out in the center of the room, but that means nothing to us now.
“Find her where?” he asks, and my lips part, ready to tell him, but… I don’t actually have the answer.
The slight wobble to Minnie’s mouth confirms that she doesn’t have a response either. But we just need time.
Wylder purses his lips, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he sighs. “Maybe we could have this conversation somewhere else? Then we can fucking breathe, which might help us actually think,” he offers, and for once, I agree with him.
That’s disastrous. Now I’m starting to agree with them.
The moment we shared Polaris at The Aurum changed everything.
