Clay scoops up his lost love, and then counters with, “We can’t take you back to Seminole while you’re savage. There are too many full bloods there, and-”
“And what? I’m standing here in front of her, and she hasn’t touched me. She hasn’t even threatened me,” Brazen interrupts defensively.
I almost smile, and Hale’s grip tightens on me when he worries my smile is of one accepting a challenge to break my ex full blood lover.
“I’m not going to hurt him,” I say to ease his mind.
Hale tilts his head curiously as if he’s weighing the possibility of me really being in control right now.
“Clay’s right though,” I continue. “The full bloods there might be in jeopardy after pissing me off on my wedding day. I know a place I’d rather go. They’ll be more accepting of my purple eyes, dilated pupils, and our new breed of hybrid that needs to be brought down from her blood high. She’s your counter, Clay,” I murmur while climbing into the backseat.
His eyes widen, sadden, and dare to show a flicker of hope in the depths of them.
“How do you know that?” Clay almost whispers, the emotionally bomb barely not exploding as Brazen climbs into the driver’s seat.
Hale’s arms wrap around me as his lips slide over my neck. I smile as I taste his need for me, and my savage self wants to ravage him here and now. I exercise my control though, which continues to astonish everyone… including me.
“Because he said so. Ty let it slip. He has injected her with a serum containing his own blood that forces her to be enslaved to him. You can save her, free her, and give her the chance for some revenge… as well as real love.”
Tears drip from his eyes as he holds her in his lap. Her body is dead weight as her eyes remained closed. He doesn’t do anything but kiss her forehead while stroking her back.
“Don’t heal her until we get there. She’s one crazy bitch right now. She’s been trying to fight Ty’s hold on her along with the new virus. I know you can separate both from her blood. She has the ability to block other’s gifts. She can also face shift, use telekinesis, and who knows what the fuck else. He has found a way to unlock the portion of the brain that allows for gifts.”
“Fuck,” Brazen growls.
“How did you find me?” I ask curiously.
“She’s freaking me out right now with her calm demeanor,” Clay sighs out, his eyes turning to check mine once again - his uncertainty and confusion beaming free.
“Me too,” Hale almost whispers while looking into my dilated eyes. “It doesn’t seem right.”
I smile as my lips fold over his, and I straddle him in the backseat while facing his worried eyes.
“I’m fighting very hard to stay calm, but I’m doing it. Gabe can harbor us until we have a plan of action.”
Brazen drives like Hale as we disappear from my latest torture hosting place.
“I love you,” Hale breathes while collecting a piece of my shredded dress in his hand.
“I love you,” I murmur softly while touching his tired face. “You found me.”
“It was easy when you went savage. You guided me to you,” he murmurs softly.
“We’ve been in the wetlands for days searching for you. Grayson and Angelica took the north, we took the south.”
“I need to tell them where we’re going,” Clay inserts.
My lips continue to stroke my hybrid’s, and he grips me tighter to his waist to feel his erection as Brazen drives us toward refuge.
“How did you know I didn’t leave you?” I muse.
“It was pretty easy to tell she wasn’t you. My girl doesn’t have new hybrid blues. Plus, she didn’t have your walk. I knew the moment I saw the security footage it wasn’t you, I just didn’t know what was going on. Then we found Greta shoved into a closet, bound, gagged, and left for dead.”
“I’m sorry, Brazen,” I utter sincerely, and his eyes flash up to the mirror meet mine with pure shock etched in his pale blues.
“She’s sorry about my mother? Are you sure she’s savage?” he says with complete bemusement.
Hale lets a snicker free, and then his lips find mine again.
