Page 111 of Blood Red Rage

“Getting the poison out.”

“How?”

His expression told me I wasn't going to enjoy the answer. “We reopen the wound.”

Lucien stared at him. “It's already fucking open.”

“Not enough.”

Fuck.

Dragan grabbed a blade.

“No.”

“Viking.”

“No fucking chance.”

“If I don't remove the infected tissue, the venom keeps spreading.”

My fangs dropped. “You cut me and I'll fucking kill you.”

“If I don't cut you, you're dead anyway.” I stared at him, he stared back. He was an annoyingly calm bastard.

Roman gripped the back of my neck. “Do it.” He orders as he looks into my eyes.

I looked at him. “Traitor.”

“Live long enough to complain.”

Dragan cut. Pain ceased being pain, it became everything. My vision went white, my body bucked against the table. Draugr and Volken held me down, Lucien grabbed my legs tighter. Roman's blood flooded my mouth. I roared around his wrist.

“KEEP HIM STILL!”

“I'M TRYING!”

“VIKING, STOP FUCKING MOVING!”

“YOU LET HIM CUT YOU OPEN AND SEE HOW FUCKING STILL YOU STAY!”

Dragan worked faster, I smelled my own blood, smelled the Demon venom, the burning flesh. Then something else, sharp, herbal.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Witchbane.” I nearly choked.

“Fantastic.”

“It neutralizes infernal venom.”

“Then fucking use it!” Dragan poured it into the wound and I screamed. No pride, no fucking dignity. I screamed like the bastard had poured molten metal into me. The berserker erupted, every light in the room shattered. Volken was thrown backward, Lucien slammed into a cabinet. Draugr barely kept hold of me.

Roman's power exploded in response. “VIKING!”

I couldn't hear him. Kill. Threat. Pain. Destroy. My hands ripped at the restraints.

“VIKING, LOOK AT ME!” Roman…Brother…Not enemy…Brother. I forced my eyes toward him. His face swam in and out of focus. “Bryn,” he said. That name reached me. “Think about Bryn.” My breathing broke. Bryn.