Chapter 8
Tate quietly closed the door, and by the time he turned to face Snap, fire raged in his eyes. To say he was angry would have been a great understatement. He was seething, barely able to contain the desire for bloodshed lingering just below the surface. Tate was a pressure cooker ready to blow. It wasn’t even so much the audacity of the trolls to kidnap him like he was one of their play things, but the injuries Warden sustained in setting him loose. It was unusual for him to see his lover in a weakened state, knowing it was mostly the fault of the troll blood. It possessed narcotic properties to further weaken those foolish enough to stand up to a troll. The simple nature of Warden’s two halves was all that kept him alive. Back in the day, it wasn’t unheard of to use the blood of
