Page 90 of True Sacrifice
“Some of us do?” I guess when you put it that way, it sounded pretty fucking weird. “I’m Jace.” I said, holding out my hand. Maybe if I at least paid a bit more attention to who’s who, that would help us all.
“Justice,” he said with a smile, giving my hand a shake. “How d’you like my poison?” He grinned and his eyes went to the vibrant green tattoos up and down his arm.
“That was you?” Honestly, most vampires did fine with poison, and we could build quite the tolerance to it. Hence, our incredibly strong drinks.
Justice’s smile turned from mildly psychotic to ecstatic.
“Now to free my fox,” he said, releasing my hand and jumping towards Mor with those weird cutters in hand again.
He fit it up to the back of her neck as she obediently stilled for him without a word. Fuck, I wanted her like that for me. But she could keep that mouth of hers. I had ways of keeping her silent if I need that.
Her collar fell from her neck, hitting the floor with a clatter. Part of me felt it as a personal loss. I had grown accustomed to seeing it around her neck. She groaned and stretched, rubbing her neck until the skin there turned pink. Fuck, I was thirsty.
“Might need that blood after all, darling,” I said, looking away from her neck. It was like the collar had somehow helped to veil that part of her from me. It hadn’t stopped me from drinking from her, of course.
“Did you want some of her blood?” Justice offered.
Morrigan was standing there with an innocent as fuck look across her face. She almost came in the woods when I drank from her. She got off on it in the worst way. I couldn’t wait to sink my fangs into her again.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. We need a pack and vampire meeting in the war room, now.” It was the dark-haired demon that came with Justice to the fae.
Mor rolled her eyes, pushed off the wall, and headed out the door. Justice stayed, even when she closed the door behind her. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I really didn’t mean it when I said mate, alright.” I bunched the surrounding comforter tighter. Since the moment I met her, I hadn’t wanted another like that. Since the moment I tasted her, my entire life changed.
“There’s a closet over there. And an enormous bathroom. If you need something, just whisper it in your mind and Hell will provide. The war room is right out your door to the left. Next door on the left. Come meet the pack once you’re ready.”
With that, he turned and left. With the door securely shut, I walked with the blankets, to the closet Justice mentioned. I turned into the small cove and noticed a door. Opening it revealed an entire room lined with clothing. There was even a leather lounger and a mirror. Fitted black shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans, easy enough. I didn’t care why everything fit me perfectly.
Once ready, I stepped from my room and headed to the left. Justice hadn’t been kidding. It was right next door.
“I just don’t get why Hell took the pack cave,” the muscular one seemed rather upset.
“Clearly, we don’t need it anymore,” Mor said, putting her hand on top of his reassuringly. They were all seated at a round table. An empty chair sat between Mor and Justice. I made my way cautiously, taking a seat as the dark-haired one stared straight at me. I was sitting directly across from him.
“So. This is Jace.” The big one said, his sadness from a moment ago vanished. “You realize we only just now got back because we had to wait for your fucking leash spell to wear off.”
“Jasper, it’s fine. We had time to catch up.” Mor gripped his hand and looked him in the eyes. By the way his eyes dilated, I could tell I was missing something.
“I’ve been out for almost half a day then.” Nothing worse than a deep night’s sleep. I was just drained from fighting off the poison. I drank the blood that was left in my room for me. As well as the other two that showed up once the first was empty.
“You bounced back quicker than I thought,” Justice said with a smile, like it was a compliment. I wasn’t too sure about him yet. He seemed nicer, but he also seemed rather unstable. In fact, they all seemed a little unhinged.
“Fucking strongest poison I’ve ever had to fight. Impressive.” Might as well have him on my side.
“Ground rules,” the dark-haired one spoke up and everyone turned to him as if he was a teacher that barely had control of his classroom. “You,” he said, pointing to me.
I turned around in mock confusion before pointing to myself. “Jace. The name’s Jace. The former heir to the vampire throne. I’m over five-hundred years old and have likely been in more battles than you. Demons fight for sport; vampires fight to survive. So, before you come at me like I’m some little kid, I just wanted to let you know who the fuck you’re pointing at.”
The table was deathly silent.
“Jace then,” he smiled cruelly. I may have made an error. “You are familiar with the leash spell you so eloquently put on my mate.”
“She’s my mate too,” I hissed out. It had just bubbled up from somewhere inside me.
“Yes. Morrigan Princess of Hell. You are her vampire mate. We are her demon mates. You are currently under her protection. To make sure you cannot cause any trouble for Morrigan, I bound you to me. I think you will find demon spells to be much stronger than vampire ones. This one doesn’t expire, and it completely controls you. I’m Jax.”
“There’s also a chance you could be a pack member. We will start training you and going on hunts to see if the pack bond forms. If you accept that bond, your body will transform into a demon vampire hybrid like Mor is. Then you will also be one of her demon mates and no longer need a binding spell,” Justice offered, looking hopeful.
