Page 78 of Savage Sacrifice
Warmth ghosts over my face, luring me back into reality. I groan, stretching out my limbs before I manage to pry my eyes open. Sun rays dance through the window, lighting the room, while also working to make me feel weightless all at once.
I sigh, content, then roll onto my side as I stuff my hands under my pillow, noting that I’m alone. A soft smile curls at the corner of my mouth. Last night was a mess, well and truly a disaster, but ending it beneath Tatum, then falling asleep in his arms, was just what I needed.
From there, sleep claimed me almost as hard as my men.
My men.
It’s weird to say, but feels oh-so right.
My smile grows at the thought of them and I turn my face into the pillow, failing to stop the pink hue from heating my cheeks.
As much as I want to relax here forever, caught up in the bliss, I know I need to move. The weight of yesterday, and every day since I sacrificed myself for my friend, continues to weigh heavily around us, and it’s not going to ease until we do something about it.
Flopping onto my back, I stretch my arms above my head as I starfish my legs, attempting to ease the tension already bundling in my muscles before I throw the covers to the side and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.
I give myself a moment to gather myself in an upright position, tucking a loose tendril of hair back off my face as I spy a pile of fresh clothes on the desk. With one big deep breath, I’m on my feet, running my hands over the clothes a moment later.
There’s everything I need here, and I know it likely has something to do with Minnie. I send her a silent thanks as I tug the oversized t-shirt off, but I pause, catching sight of myself in the mirror before I reach for the fresh clothes.
My feet carry me toward my reflection as my hand lifts to my neck, sweeping over the mark that sits proudly there.
Lincoln.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I let my gaze travel lower to where a similar mark is nestled against my breast.
Tatum.
Spinning on the spot, a flash of the same distinguished mark sits on my butt cheek.
Asher.
I turn back to face the mirror, twisting my ankle just right to see the final wolf mark.
Wylder.
Mindlessly, I run my hand over my chest, knowing there’s a soft glow under there for my vampire too, it just doesn’t appear all the time like the others.
Blaze.
My face tingles at the sight of the connection and bond I now have with five men.
Five.
It’s bewildering when I barely even cared for the attention from one man at Florentine’s.
Trinity Falls changed my life in more ways than one. It has defined who I am, my purpose, and my morals. More than that, it revealed that I am a witch.
Or was? My marks are there, but is my magic?
The reminder of Bryony’s pouch of sand from last night flashes in my mind as my lips twist in wonder. I take a deep breath, standing tall as I continue to look at my reflection, noting the flash of defiance in my eyes.
There’s only one way to find out; all I have to do is ask my friend.
With my mind made up, I turn my attention back to the clothes. As quickly as I can, I slip into the simple pale pink bra and panties set before stepping into a pair of loose-fitting jeans, a white tank top, and a lilac sweater. Running my fingers through my hair, I pull the silver locks back and create a messy bun on top of my head.
Satisfied, I head for the door before hurrying downstairs. I’ve barely made it to the kitchen when a grumble meets my ears.
“Finally, we can get this conversation started,” Lincoln grumbles, giving me a pointed look, and I raise my eyebrows at him in question.
