Page 77 of Bound By Love
“Then we’ll take you there,” Ronan stated.
CHAPTERSIXTY-FOUR
Saber restedCaro carefully across his lap as he settled into the middle row of the SUV. The vehicles had been driven as far into the forest as they could go.
Ronan sat behind the wheel, and Killean settled beside him while Lucien and Saxon climbed into the seats behind him. They’d left some members of the Alliance behind to make sure nothing broke free of the rocks before they could seal off the tunnels and establish a security system.
Normally, Saber would make the bombs to ensure nothing left those tunnels. They’d have to find someone else to do that.
Saber didn’t look at any of them as his attention remained on Caro. The sun beating down on her pale complexion had warmed her skin, but she remained unmoving.
Some of his bites had healed, and no blood seeped from them, but others still oozed what little blood remained in his system. Wanting fresher blood for her, he bit into his wrist before forcing it between her lips.
She was bloody, bruised, and dirty, but even in death, she was beautiful. He wiped more dirt and blood from her face as he kissed her forehead. He would take her into the sea and clean her before his time on this earth ended.
He rested his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes and waited to meet the death he’d welcome with open arms. His suffering would end soon.
He’d never considered death at his worst moments or during the cruelest times of his life. Part of it was he’d been too self-centered to destroy himself to save others, but it was mostly because he enjoyed life even when he was killing and filled with rage.
He’d never deny that he loved to kill. Becoming a Savage brought him happiness and allowed him to thrive in his bloodlust, but love was not a part of his life then.
Most sane, living beings couldn’t find much joy in a life like that, but he’d happily lived it until the day it all changed. And then, he stopped being content with his life of death.
After forsaking his life as a Savage, and throughout the withdrawal and misery following his conversion from a Savage back to a regular vamp, he enjoyed his life—mostly because he still killed afterward; he just focused his murderous rampage on Savages.
Now, he’d happily see his existence come to an end.
He was sorry Brie would end up hurt by this. He should have maintained his distance, but Caro had hammered away at the wall he kept around himself, and Brie dug her way into the cracks.
He’d known better than to have any relationship with her, and his sister would be the one to suffer for his stupidity, but at least she had Asher to help her through it. He was a good mate, and Saber was glad they’d found each other.
As weakness seeped through him, he closed his eyes and slumped against Caro. He could only hope that they might be reunited one day.
I love you,he whispered in his mind, but there was no bond connecting them for her to hear it, and he’d been too cowardly to speak the words she’d deserved to hear.
When Ronan stopped the vehicle, Saber lifted his head. Too weak from blood loss, he couldn’t hold it up; his head bobbed forward before falling back.
Blackness seeped around the edges of his mind. He didn’t know what happened, but when he regained consciousness, the SUV was moving again.
Saber jerked his head upright as he fought to stay awake. He had only a few minutes left to hold Caro in his arms; he wouldn’t spend them blacked out.
His eyes cracked open, and when they did, he thought he saw movement beneath Caro’s pale lids with fine blue veins visible through them. But it was visible for only a fraction of a second before it vanished.
Saber frowned, closed his eyes, and squinted them open again. His vision blurred; he couldn’t see anything as his head swam and darkness tried to take him under again.
Fisting his hand, he tried to stay alert as his muscles shook and his heart stuttered from the lack of blood required to keep it pumping. Words formed on his tongue, but it had become so thick and sluggish that he couldn’t get it to move correctly.
He had to get the attention of the others and learn if they could see it too. Was he hallucinating, or was she coming back to him?
His heart clenched, but he didn’t know if it was from a lack of blood or the bubble of hope in his chest. He shouldn’t have hope; she was still cold, her lips remained blue, and he was so close to the end.
He was still trying to speak when his head rolled forward before snapping up. His tongue moved in his mouth, but only a weird, gurgled sound came out.
And then fangs sank into his flesh. A strangled cry issued from him, and he almost jerked his wrist away in shock. Still unable to speak, he kicked the back of Killean’s seat, knocking him forward a little.
Spinning around, Killean started to say something, but his jaw dropped. “Shit!”
“What is it?” Ronan demanded.
