Untamed Fate (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 2)

Savannah’s eyes flickered open. “My God, what did you just do?”

“I healed you.”

“Remind me to fall out of buildings more often.” She coughed, and as she

turned to look around, a little bit of blood trickled down her lips. “Did I get

Kahanov? With the basilisk?”

I could barely think. The drop of blood quivering at the edge of her ruby

lips mesmerized my mind. I wanted to lick it from them. To press my lips

against hers and kiss her with abandon. My head began to bend forward as

she turned her mouth toward mine.

Suddenly, she jerked out of my arms and scrambled down into the pool.

“Holy shit, my clothes are shredded!”

She was looking at me like I was a filthy predator. And maybe I was. I

scowled. “You’re a werewolf now. Get used to it. Also, don’t go adventuring

in any outfits you’re too attached to.”

I looked away.

“Jax. Kahanov. Did we get him?”

I cleared my throat and sat back. “The basilisk got the noctith. And the

noctith got the basilisk.”

“But not him.”

“No. He escaped.”

“Fuck.” Her head tilted back. “We were so damn close.”

“It was a good plan.”

She slammed her palm down on the edge of the pool. “I was so fucking

close.”

27

Savannah

Two hours later, I stepped up to the front door of Aunt Laurel’s house,

completely and utterly drained. I had the Soul Knife but couldn’t shake the

deep sense of failure. Kahanov had gotten away, and Amal was comatose,

trapped in her dreams like the other sleepers.