Page 88 of Savage Sacrifice
My nostrils flare with irritation. We’re still fucking clueless, and I hate knowing I’m not the one in control.
“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Minnie says sweetly, but the betrayal is thick in her tone, revealing the depth of her threat.
“Don’t tease with the idea of killing her. That’s my job,” Lincoln interjects, lifting his arm so everyone can see the blood kin mark etched into his skin. The one that matches Bryony’s.
“You don’t mean that,” Bryony murmurs, her voice wavering just a fraction, and I hate that she’s trying to play the victim. Gripping the foot of the bed, I glare at her.
“You better start talking before I decide to do what I wanted to do back in the assembly hall,” Lincoln snarls before I can garner my own warning, but despite my frustration, I spot the small gulp that bobs at her throat.
“Lincoln,” Minnie breathes, and he’s on his feet a moment later, ramrod straight between his sister and the traitor.
“Don’tLincolnme. She betrayed us, betrayed you,” he spits, and Minnie’s chin falls to her chest.
“I know.”
I can’t bear to see the sadness in her eyes.
I know that if Polaris were here, everything would be easier.
“Why the fuck can’t I get out of here?” I grumble, and Minnie tilts her head to give me a pointed look.
“To go where?” Blaze grunts, his brows gathering in confusion.
“To Polaris,” Minnie says before I get a chance, and Blaze’s brows furrow deeper.
“Now?”
“If they know about her, then why isn’t she here with us where it’s safer?” I state, my chest swelling as my words fill the air.
Blaze tilts his head at me, lips pursing for a moment before he nods. “I can make it happen.”
Wait, what? Where was this guy when I needed him earlier? I scratch at my temple, recalling him darting off with Bryony before I first voiced my need.
All I can do is gape at him in surprise as Lincoln folds his arms over his chest, staring our vampire down. “Wait, could you not have made it happen for us to leave when we were searchingfor her? You know, so I didn’t have to die,” he barks, and Blaze shrugs, unfazed by Lincoln’s quick shift in demeanor.
“I can get people in, but I can’t get them out,” Blaze says, as if that explains everything. Swiping a hand down his face, he sighs, glancing at his watch as he takes a backward step. “Focus on this traitor while I figure it out.”
He’s gone in the next breath, leaving the rest of us to blink at one another. If he’s going to make it happen, I’m going to hold up my end of the bargain and focus all of my attention and pent up emotions on the bitch strapped to the table before us.
Grabbing Lincoln’s vacant chair, I drag it toward the bed so I’m at Bryony’s side. “How’s it going?” I ask, watching the confusion dance across her features as she blinks at me.
“Not so great,” she mumbles, and I nod, tapping the backrest as I try to rein in my fury, using the chair between us to help restrain myself from acting on instinct.
“You fucked up, huh?”
She shakes her head instantly. “I don’t know what you’re all talking about. There’s been a misunderstanding,” she insists, sweat beading at her temples.
“So you’re telling me that Tatum is a liar, that he didn’t hear you having a little chat with your father, who just so happens to be the head of this academy. He also didn’t hear you confess that you’re part of some master scheme that seems to revolve around Polaris, and required you to infiltrate us? Is that what you said, Tatum?” I clarify, keeping my gaze fixed on Bryony instead of my brother.
“That about sums it up,” Tatum says in agreement, and I cock a brow at Bryony.
“I didn’t?—”
“Do. Not. Lie. To. Me. Bryony,” I snap, my muscles bunching with rage. “You’re either going to help right your wrongs or you’re going to die. What would you rather?”
“You wouldn’t,” she breathes, and I scoff.
“Try me.”
