Jane spat out the blood in her mouth. She hated having any part of him in her, but now Jane understood.
She’d agreed to the trade. Lorcan had been right, she’d willingly bound herself to him. “You bastard.”
Lorcan turned to look at her.
“You said that you’d let my brother live!”
Lorcan shook his finger at her. “No, I said he’d live to see you free. You’re free. He’s dead.” With a smirk, he glanced toward Ryan’s form.
But Ryan wasn’t alone on the ground. Zoe had made her way to him. She’d shoved her wrist over Ryan’s mouth. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Zoe cried out, “Jane…make him…bite!”
Alerac rushed to Zoe’s side. “Get away from him! You know what will happen if he bites you!”
Her beast would die.
“I’m…already d-dying…” Zoe’s voice was weaker. Probably because she was missing a big part of her throat. There was so much blood. “Let me…h-help…” Her gaze found Jane’s. “Make him b-bite…”
Lorcan stalked toward Zoe and Alerac. “It doesn’t work that way, bitch. You don’t get to save him. No one does.”
His claws flew toward Zoe’s neck.
Jane screamed.
Alerac caught Lorcan’s hands in a tight grip.
Lorcan didn’t back away. He leaned in toward Alerac. “How are you going to stop me? How are you going to stop me from doing anything? You can’t hurt me. Because, if you do, you hurt her.”
Alerac’s gaze flew to Jane.
“Tighten your grip a bit more,” Lorcan taunted. “Break my wrist. Break her wrist.”
Alerac became as still as stone.
“M-make him bite…” Zoe begged.
Jane focused on the female werewolf. Zoe only had a few moments left.
“C-can’t shift to heal…”Zoe whispered. “Could never…s-survive…”
Jane straightened her shoulders. Bite, Ryan. She attempted to find a link to his mind. She was trying desperately to reach out to him, but she couldn’t connect. She could only feel an icy touch, a too deep cold, seeming to emanate from him.
Bite.
Zoe’s wrist was still over Ryan’s mouth. Her eyes were sagging closed.
Thud. Thud. Zoe’s heart was giving its last few beats. Jane’s enhanced hearing barely picked up the feeble sounds.
“What are you doing?” Lorcan had torn away from Alerac. His eyes were on Jane. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Saving my brother.”
“He can’t be saved! He’s dead! He’s—”
Zoe gasped.
Jane smiled. “He’s not dead yet. He’s feeding.”
Lorcan lunged toward Jane. Before he could grab her, Alerac was in his path once again.
“You won’t ever hurt her again,” Alerac vowed.
Lorcan staggered to a stop. “Of course, I will. I’ll hurt her again and again. Watch and see.” Then he lifted up his claws—and plunged them into his own chest.
Blood poured from the matching wound that instantly appeared on Jane’s body.
Lorcan smiled his sadistic grin. “I can hurt her anytime I want. From anywhere I want. That was all part of the spell. Pain for pain. Life for life.”
Lorcan hadn’t driven the claws into his heart—because he didn’t want to die. He just wanted her to suffer.
Alerac yanked the claws out of Lorcan’s chest. “Stop it,” he gritted.
Jane’s blood dripped onto the ground.
“I’ll stop hurting her,” Lorcan agreed, voice sly and silken, “once you’re gone, wolf. Get the hell out of here. Leave Jane, and I won’t hurt her again.”
Lie.
Alerac glanced over his shoulder at Jane.
She shook her head. “We both know that’s bullshit.” She ignored the pain in her chest. Or, at least, she didn’t let the pain send her to her knees. “You leave, and he’ll go after your pack.”
“I’ll go after them anyway.” Lorcan admitted easily. “Dogs need death. And he,” he swiped his claws over Alerac’s chest. Alerac didn’t even fight back. Alerac let the bastard attack him. “He won’t stop me. He can’t. Not if he wants to keep his precious a rúnsearc safe.”
A rúnsearc.
Alerac had said that meant vampire.
He’d lied to her.
What it really meant was…secret love. She knew that, now. Because she had Alerac and Lorcan’s understanding of the language.
Alerac had been telling her how he felt, all along. She hadn’t realized…
Alerac hadn’t just been using her two centuries before. He loves me.
She ran to him and yanked him away from Lorcan’s attack. Jane forced Alerac to face her.
His fierce gaze locked on hers. “There’s a way,” he said to Jane. “I know there is. I just have to find it.”
“If I take those wolf eyes of yours, will you grow another set?” Lorcan asked, voice curious. “I can’t wait to find out.” His voice hardened as he said, “In case you missed the news, I have the power here. All of it. You can’t hurt me, not without hurting her. You can’t do a damn thing to me, but I can sure as f**k enjoy hurting you.”
Alerac’s shoulders straightened. She knew that he’d take whatever pain Lorcan gave to him—and not fight back.
For me.
His pack would suffer.
For me.
In the end, Alerac would lose his life.
For me.
She wasn’t going to let that happen. “It was my choice before,” Jane whispered to him.
Alerac shook his head.
“It’s my choice now.” She pushed onto her toes. Pressed her lips against his. “I love you.”
Then she backed away from him.
“No, Jane,” Alerac began. “you can’t—”
“Hold him, Ryan.”
Alerac’s eyes widened. He glanced over his shoulder.
Ryan wasn’t on the ground anymore. Wasn’t spitting up blood. He was on his feet, and in an instant, he’d lunged toward Alerac. Ryan wrapped his hands around Alerac. Held him tight.
Jane knew her brother wouldn’t be able to hold Alerac for long.
But she didn’t need a long time. After all, it only took seconds to die. She bent and grabbed a broken branch near her feet. Good thing there were plenty of tree branches lying around. And all you needed to stake a vampire was a chunk of wood. “The deal’s over, Lorcan. Consider the bond broken.”