Page 22 of Bound By Blood
“They’re nothuman.”
“I know, but theycan’t be Savages either,” she said.
“Why would youthink that?”
“They’re out inthe day.”
“That doesn’t meanthey’re not Savages. Some haven’t killed enough yet to lose theirability to walk in the sun, but they’re still Savages.”
“That’s possible?”she practically squeaked.
“Yes.”
“You know a lotabout them.”
“You don’t knowenough.”
She didn’t thinkhe knew how much of an asshole he sounded like. Either that or hedidn’t care. She’d only known him briefly, but she believed thelatter was far more likely.
“Maybe they’rehere for the same reason as you,” she suggested.
“I doubt it.”
“Why?”
“Because I havesomething they don’t.”
“And what’sthat?”
“A way to hurtthem and destroy those ruling over them.”
Despite herextreme dislike of this man, his statement piqued Caro’s curiosity.It hadn’t sounded like it was simply bluster either. His voice wasconfident, and his expression was one of certainty when he declaredhe had a way to hurt those who killed her parents.
What is goingon here?She wondered.What did I open the door to?
When the bangingsounded again, Caro glanced at the monitor. She forgot all aboutSaber’s cryptic words as she studied the men. They could havehelped kill her parents—she was certain it had taken more than twoof them to take her mom and dad down.
Her fangslengthened, and her hand clenched on the sword’s hilt. She’d gladlygut them if given the chance, and she was desperate for thatchance.
When she steppedtoward the door, Saber caught her arm. “What are you doing?”
“They could havehelped murder my parents. I’m going to find out.”
“If they’reSavages, they’ll eat you alive.”
Caro’s teethground together as she glared at him. “I can fight.”
“So can children,but that doesn’t mean they’re competent enough to go up againstSavages.”
Caro hadn’tbelieved it was possible to find him any more infuriating than shealready did. She was wrong.
She yanked her armfree of his, shoved into him hard enough to push him back, andbrought the sword up between them again. “My father taught me howto fight.”
Startled by hersudden attack, Saber staggered a step before catching himself. Thistime, when he found the tip of her sword pointed directly at hisheart, he grasped the blade.
He ignored thebite of the metal as it sliced into his flesh and the bloodspilling forth as he jerked the blade toward him. She came with thesword, but as he started to tear the weapon away, she used her freehand to punch him in the nose.
Saber bit back agrunt, and his vision blurred, but he’d been in enough fights toanticipate his enemy’s next move and caught the following swing sheaimed at his face. He released his grip on the blade, grabbed herwrist, and squeezed.
