Chapter 162
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Amos turned his attention to the man. “I’ll need a demonstration of good faith. Join your fellows p>
Clearly anguished, the man shifted back into his wolf form and backed away, head low, hackles raised.
At last, Amos turned his attention to the copper she wolf beneath him. She stared up at him with transparent hatred.
“Don’t make me kill you.” Reluctantly, he released her, stepping back.
She rolled cautiously to her feet, keeping her gaze pinned on Amos. Slowly, she edged back to the rest of the wolves. When she was safely back amongst their number, the pack turned tail and fled.
As soon as they were out of sight, Chloe began struggling towards shore, dragging Phillipe’s dead weight. “Help!” she called weakly.
Amos was at her side instantly, hauling her off her feet with one arm, taking hold of Phillipe with the other. He carried Chloe to shore, towing Phillipe behind. Out of the water, he set Chloe on her feet and laid Phillipe out on the sand.
“Are you okay?” Chloe asked, both hands cupping Amos’s bloodied face.
“Well enough,” he answered, gaze pained as he looked her over. “And you p>
“Just cold.” She turned to Phillipe’s lifeless body and a choked sob rose in her throat. “He protected me,” she rasped, blinking as tears blurred her vision.
She sank to her knees beside Phillipe’s body, taking in the mess of his throat, the ravaged state of his body. But as she watched, a small bubble formed in the thick, pooling blood in his throat. She stiffened, then leaned closer. Another bubble formed and popped.
“He’s still breathing p>
Etta appeared at her side, leaning over Chloe’s shoulder to look at Phillipe. “He’s still alive. Just barely. He’s got minutes left—if that p>
“What can we do?” Chloe asked, hands itching to reach for medical tools that she didn’t have.
“We can let him go,” Etta said. “Or one of us can turn him p>
Amos stepped closer but didn’t say anything, his expression contemplative.
Etta shot Amos a meaningful glance. “I already have progeny p>
“I don’t want any progeny,” Amos said. “Let alone one of Markov’s line p>
“He saved your bloodmate,” Etta said plainly.
Amos looked to Chloe.
“Please,” she whispered. “Save him p>
Amos closed his eyes for a moment, drawing in a breath. When he opened his eyes again, his bloodied expression was resigned. He went to Phillipe’s other side, sinking to his knees. Carefully, he turned the thrall’s head, first to one side, then the other, until a stretch of intact skin was revealed, just over the carotid artery. With none of the finesse he used with Chloe, Amos bent down and sank his fangs into Phillipe’s flesh.
Amos’s shoulders rose as he drank deeply. Phillipe’s eyes fluttered open, gaze wandering sightlessly, lips working soundlessly. His feet pedaled weakly, finding no purchase in the wet sand.
Amos pulled away for a moment, turning his head to wretch into the sand. “Good god, he tastes like he’s been fermenting in a sewer p>
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“He’s a starving, half–dead thrall,” Etta said dryly. “He wasn’t going to taste like Christmas dinner. ”
With a groan, Amos sank back down to continue drinking. Another deep pull, and Phillipe’s eyes fluttered shut again. His feet slowly stopped moving. His mouth fell open and slack.
One more deep draught from Amos, and Chloe sensed with a strange certainty that it was done. Enough blood had been taken to tip Phillipe into death.
Amos sat up, wiping his mouth.
“Now what?” Chloe asked nervously.
“It’ll take about a day before Amos’s venom revives him,” Etta answered as Amos got up and walked to the water. He crouched, cupping handfuls of water and bringing them to his mouth. He swished, gargled, and spit–and then started again.
After several rounds of rinsing his mouth, Amos came back. He stood next to Chloe, looking dispassionately down at Phillipe. Sighing, he bent and hefted Phillipe’s body up, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Phillipe’s emaciated arms draped limply down Amos’s back.
“Congratulations,” Amos said wryly to Chloe. “You’re a mother p>
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