Page 86 of Savage Sacrifice
Silence dances in the air for a moment, her vengeance ringing out for not only her father to hear, but me too. Swallowing it down is difficult, but I force it.
“Don’t fail me now, Bryony,” her father finally murmurs, and footsteps begin to echo across the hallway.
Reluctant to get trapped in here against my will, I slip through the door and take the steps two at a time before lurching around the corner of the building, giving myself a sliver of a view as I hide.
Thirty seconds pass before a figure appears and fury coils in my veins.
Professor Whitmore.
Her father is Professor Whitmore.
He looks left and right, not bothering to turn far enough my way before he saunters into the night. I bare my teeth, anger vibrating through my limbs, pleading with me to slaughter him here and now.
It seems one death on my hands isn’t enough for my wolf.
Pressing my back against the wall, I give myself a moment to calm down. Two moments. Three before I take my cell phone out. Two messages are waiting for me.
Wylder:You’re insane.
Minnie: Let me know.
Didshe wake from her leaving or because of my message? Regardless, I quickly tap a text out before stuffing my cell phone back in my pocket.
Tatum: Witches’dorms. Now.
The creakof a door closing cuts through the air and I lurch into action.
I watch as Bryony closes the door behind her, pushing her hair back off her face with a heavy sigh. I bite back the scoff on my tongue. She looks like she’s got the weight of the world on her shoulders.
My world.
Polaris’s world.
I know more than I did yesterday, but there are still pieces to the puzzle we’re missing.
“It’s a little late for sneaking around, wouldn’t you say, Bryony?” My voice cuts through the air, making her startle.
Her eyes are wide under the moonlight as she spins around to face me. The panic in the tightness of her jaw quickly slackens as she acts indifferent.
“Tatum, uh, what are you doing here?” she asks, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ears, and I raise my brow at her.
“I would ask you the same question, but I think I already have my answer.”
She plasters a fake smile on her lips as she takes a confident step toward me. “I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to disturb Minnie so I thought I would get some air,” she explains, and I nod, forcing my limbs to relax, as if I believe her likely story.
“Restless?” I ask, and she smiles, humming in agreement.
“What are you doing out here so late?” she quizzes, bundling her coat around her waist as I shrug.
“My wolf needed to stretch his limbs,” I offer, lying through my teeth, and I can’t decide if she believes it or not.
It doesn’t matter either way, not when I see a flash of movement from behind her.
“Maybe we should both try and get some sleep then,” she offers, and I stuff my hands into my pockets, rocking back on my heels.
“I don’t think we’re going to be getting sleep any time soon,” I breathe, watching her eyebrows furrow.
“Why’s that?” she asks, pressing her palm against her coat pocket, and her eyes widen in panic as she notices the usual bulge missing since the little pickpocket behind her stole it.
