Page 73 of Savage Sacrifice
There’s no delayed response like there was with Tatum; Blaze is right there, taking exactly what he needs.
Me.
He takes and he takes, but to my surprise, there’s no pain. If anything, when he runs his tongue over my wound, it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Isn’t that enough now, Mr. Bloodsucking Mozzy-Man?” Wylder grunts, and I remember we have an audience.
Blaze’s hold on me eases as he lifts my arm from his lips, and the wild, feral swirl in his eyes turns lax and calm as he grins up at me.
“Hey,” he says with a smile, and I shake my head in disbelief.
“Hey,” I manage, and his lips spread wider.
“What’s actually going on right now?” Tatum asks, and I glance over my shoulder to see the look of curiosity and concern flickering over his features.
“Oh good, he’s not dead,” Blaze mumbles, nodding at the wolf above us, and I shake my head in disbelief again.
There’s blood everywhere, a mostly naked wolf splayed on the kitchen table, and a delirious vampire flat on the floor.
Lincoln clears his throat, scrubbing the back of his head as he points a finger at Tatum. “He’s still a wolf, right?”
“Don’t worry, Captain Jackass, I didn’t bring him to the dark side,” Blaze promises, and if I didn’t know better I would assume he was drunk.
“Thank you,” Lincoln replies, releasing his sister to come closer and offer Blaze his hand.
It takes Blaze three attempts to grab it, and thankfully, the wolf helps him to his feet. He wobbles slightly, but the moment he’s stable, he’s bombarded with three more wolves as Minnie,Asher, and Wylder wrap their arms around him, mumbling their thanks, too.
I sag, relief rushing through my bones as I lean back against the kitchen table, when I feel a hand rest on top of mine. I follow the arm to find Tatum smiling softly at me.
“I don’t know about you all, but I need a stiff drink after that,” Minnie calls out, making her way to the liquor cabinet in the far corner.
“Where’s Bryony?” I ask, recalling the fact that Lincoln sent her to find them.
Minnie offers me a tight smile, her gaze flashing to the door she entered through. “She’s taking a minute. I think that was a lot for her, whatever it actually was, but regardless, I think she’s embarrassed that she did nothing.”
I nod in understanding because until I helped Blaze just now, I was doing nothing too.
Turning her attention to the array of liquor available, she frowns. “Who put the coins in here?”
Tatum clears his throat beside me. “I did.”
She nods, eyes scanning each of us as she clears her throat. “Well, two more of them are copper.”
“What?” I say with a gasp, noting I’m not the only one surprised when Blaze lifts his hands in the air in celebration.
“Four down, two of those little motherfuckers to go.”
26
POLARIS
Tucked away in the nearest bathroom, I sit on the vanity, legs dangling over the side, swinging back and forth slightly as Bryony mixes a few different essences before me. I’m sure I could wake up in the morning and return to my usual self, but I’ve spent more than enough time in a skin that isn’t my own.
Before I get between the sheets and pass out, I want to look, feel, andbemyself.
It’s just the two of us.
Two witches.
