Blind Salvage: A Rylee Adamson Novel(72)

He, of course, was oblivious. “And you will breathe a word of this to no one. This will be our little secret. Not even your wolf will know of this.”
“Yous thinks I won’t be telling on your ass?” Charlie mouthed off from in the bag.
“Shut it, Charlie,” I snapped, my eyes pleading with Faris. “He won’t say anything.”
Faris shrugged. “Well, I can’t be sure, and you need to never forget this.”
“I’ll give you something else,” I sputtered, thinking only to get Charlie out of this in one piece. To make sure another person I cared for didn’t die on my behalf.
The vampire’s eyebrows rose slowly. “And what would you offer me for his life?”
The bag squirmed and shifted. “Don’t yous do it, Rylee. Not a thing do yous give this bastard.”
I licked my lips. “What do you want?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. How did we get to this point and, more importantly, how the hell was I going to get out of here with all three of us intact?
Faris smiled, his lips lifting so I could see his teeth easily. “Well, there is something your wolf has that I would like very much.”
I glanced down at Alex.
Faris chuckled. “Not that wolf. The one you are fucking.”
The term ‘blood running cold’ finally made sense to me. There seemed to be no heat left in me as Faris’ eyes drifted up and down my body. I shivered involuntarily.#p#分页标题#e#
Charlie screamed. “Don’t yous dare. Nothing yous can say will shut me up, vampire. I be screaming yous deception from the rooftops. Rylee, don’t yous fuck him!”
With a casual flick of his wrist, Faris tossed Charlie through the veil toward the lava. Before I could even move, Faris snapped his fingers, and I could no longer see through to the lava. Just the other side of the room. Shaking, I fought to comprehend what had truly just happened. What Faris had done. That Charlie was gone.
“Do you understand, Rylee? Up until now, I have been kind. I am running out of time. I do not think kindness will work with you. Even for your body, I couldn’t have your brownie friend blabbing.”
Charlie was gone, killed because Faris wanted to make a point. That he could destroy those I loved while barely lifting a finger.
From cold to hot, my blood raged with fury, but I could do nothing.
Faris walked toward me and at my side, Alex bristled, stepping in front of me.
“No hurts Rylee,” he growled through bared teeth.
I put myself between them, pushing Alex away with my knee, more than cognizant of just what Faris could do. On our own, we couldn’t face him. So I was left with bargaining.
“I need to make sure things are settled before I do your Tracking.” I crossed my arms over my chest, struggled to keep my voice even when I wanted to rage at him, slice his head open like a rotten melon, and rip his dead heart from his chest, feed it to Blaz, and laugh when the dragon shit out pieces of the undead blood sucker.
Yeah, I was a little pissed.
“One week is all you get. One week and I will come for you, you and the wolf.” He pointed at Alex.
Alex snapped his teeth, chattering them together before he spoke. “Piece of shit fang head.”
I lifted a hand to him. “Why Alex?”
“Because he’s the weakest link of your pack, but he will make for a great motivator.” Faris winked at me, twisted the veil and stepped through leaving us alone once more.
“How the fuck are we supposed to get out of here?” I yelled, my voice bouncing back to me in the small space.
How the fuck indeed.

There was a major flaw in their plan as far as Liam could see.
“You can’t go after her without me,” he snarled, tension rising in the air like a fog he could almost see and could surely scent.
Milly put her hands on her hips. “It’s not my fault you can’t jump the veil. I don’t understand why, but you can’t.”
Pamela glanced at him, but he shook his head slightly. The less Milly understood, the better.
Jack poked at Liam with his cane. “You’ll just have to wait here, wolf. We’ll bring her back to you.”
That was just it, he didn’t want to wait, but he also knew he was inadvertently stalling them from rescuing her. Stopping them from doing his job. Damn it all.
“I can stay with you.” Pamela moved to his side, concern rolling off her. He shook it off, all of the crap going through his mind.
“Just go.” He turned his back so he wouldn’t have to see them leave without him. Wouldn’t have to see Will, and worse, Milly, rescue Rylee.
They left, jumping the veil back to London, and he paced, his mind churning with all the things he should have done. All the things he had done and shouldn’t have. Like getting after Alex. There was nothing wrong with the submissive wolf; he’d been a better friend to Rylee than almost anyone else. When no one else was there, Alex had been her—albeit squishy—rock.