“I won, Pres,” Thorin slurs.
“He did. He killed the second sister. It was her or him, Pres. She also threatened Delaney.”
“Fuck.” My heart skips hearing the anger and worry in Winger’s tone. “Sorry, Del, but I need to lock you down, babe.”
I nod, not liking it, but fuck, Thorin could have died tonight.
“Why does he look like he drank ten bottles of Jack?” Shift asks.
“Whatever blade she stabbed him with had some kind of poison on it,” Halen explains, then looks to me.
Even though my worry for Thorin is pulsing through my body, it is mixed with my building anger.
“Okay, why does everyone keep looking at me but saying nothing?” I snap.
Thorin’s grip on my hand flexes, making me look down at him. His cool hands feel nice on my heated skin as fear of losing him rolls through me. He tugs gently, so I move closer, hovering over him, our noses almost touching.
He smells like Fury and blood. I crinkle my nose, making him grin. Then his smile slips from his face, disgust and worry shining back at me.
“Tell me, Thorin, please?” I plead.
“I need to feed, baby.” His voice is low, soft.
Regret is evident in his tone.
I frown at his worry. “Okay, so you feed. Let’s go to your room and get you fixed up.” I jump at the chance to help him.
He is my mate for crying out loud, and I would do anything for him.
Shaking his head no, my stomach tightens, along with my heart.
“I can’t,” he mutters, apology in his eyes.
His words are like a stab to the heart, making me wince.
He won’t feed from me.
Tears flood my eyes, while my heart starts to crack. Inching back, I look down at him, knowing what he is thinking, and I hate him for it.
“So, you would rather feed from a club girl who you like to fuck instead of your fated mate? Even when you are so fucking ill, is that it?” I spit out.
I hear the men around me utter curses, but I keep my gaze fixed on the man lying on the sofa.
“No. Blood bag.”
I scoff. “So even doctored-up blood is better than mine? Nice to know what you truly think of me, Thorin. God, I have been so fucking stupid.” I step back, my gut so tight I feel like it might snap.
He reaches for me weakly, but I move out of reach.
“NO. I know what I am capable of; if you cannot see that, then maybe I should leave.” His eyes widen at my admission. “Leave Salem, not just the club.”
My heart cracks open as I say the words I never wanted to say, but I cannot be here with him anymore if he finds me that disgusting that he would feed from anything other than me.
“Stop being a cunt, brother, and fucking feed from your woman,” Cotton growls.
Thorin shakes his head, keeping his focus on me. I can see the pain and indecision in his eyes, and it makes me hurt for the both of us.
I need to do what is right for me. Squaring my shoulders, I swipe away the tears from my cheeks.
