Page 112 of Bloodhunter

“You’ll live,” I told him. “And you will come home.”Someday.

I couldn’t bear for Angus to pay for what the humans haddone.

He was coming home. I just had to figure out how to make ithappen.

Then the realization hurtled through the air and it hit melike a train, leaving me breathless with hope. I knew how to save him.

I leaned over and kissed his battered lips. “I’m going tofix this. Hang on, Angus. Hang on for your kids. Hang on for me.”

And then I raced down the hallway to find the one person whocould save our shifter, even if that saving might make Angus hate me foreverafter.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

I met him back in the woods, because that’s where he waswhen I called him. When I entered the doorless cabin where the sick incubus hadbeen sleeping, he straightened, then slipped something into his jacket pocket.

“Clayton,” I murmured. Then cleared my throat and walked tohim, unflinching and brave in my desperation.

His face, set in lines of habitual hardness, softened.“Trinity.” His voice was a caress. He’d been unleashed, and he’d been filledwith an incubus. Lust came off him in clouds, touching me everywhere. Touchingeverything.

I closed my eyes for a second and tried to gather myself.Tried to ignore the heaviness between my legs, the quivering of my muscles, thedryness of my mouth. My heart pounded and goosebumps covered every inch of myskin.

“How does it feel?” I reached up to touch his face. “To befree?”

His flinch was as much a habit as his blankness. “It’s…” Heshook his head. “It’s indescribable. I’d forgotten.” He swallowed, gatheringhimself, and there was the emotion, coloring his eyes and changing his face.“It’s everything.”

And I was going to take that away from him.

I tried to draw a deep breath, but my chest was too tight toallow it. “Why did you come back here?”

He patted his pocket. “The Foam of Aphrodite. He had a stashhidden. I'll destroy it.”

But really, I didn’t care. “Clayton,” I whispered.

He studied me, silent, sober, and with a little of thehopelessness I was so familiar with. He sighed, finally, softly.

“He’s dying.” I released a weak sob and clenched my fists,not only because Angus was dying, but because I was about to shatter Clayton.

He lifted his hand, hesitated, then rubbed his thumb throughmy tears, closing his eyes as he concentrated on that one touch.

I shuddered, because he was Clayton, and because he was theincubus, and they both were full of sex and promise. Clayton had beenrestrained for so very long, and the incubus…he was an incubus. He was sex.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “God, I’m sorry.”

His eyes darkened, but the spark didn’t leave them. Notthen.

“The demon can save him,” he realized.

I nodded.

“Can you imagine Angus with a sex demon inside him?” Helaughed, sort of, but there was something close to a sob wrapped up in thatlaugh.

I put my palms on his chest. “He’s dying.” I could onlywhisper, because I was too full of pain and the words couldn’t push past thelump in my throat.

“Would you do it?” he asked. “If you were me, and you werethis.” He slammed his fist against his chest. “Would you?”

I nodded. Then, “I don’t know.” And I dropped my gaze.

He was silent for so long I was afraid he’d deny Angus hislife. I was terrified. I was horrified. I was a terrible fucking bitch to evenask but…