“Has she asked you to?”
The moment she spoke in that soft, sweet tone, the terrible buildup of anger in him settled back in the well. He shook his head. “No, Seychelle isn’t like that. She’s . . . extraordinary.”
Libby smiled at him. “You’ve used that word before.”
“You’re absolutely certain that the things I need sexually won’t contribute to her becoming ill?”
Libby shook her head. “Those are two different things. I can’t stress enough that she has to take care of herself. Resting. Eating right. The right kind of exercise. She probably is already doing that, or she wouldn’t have lasted this long, but you need to be on board with that. If you really love this woman, Savage, you have to watch her the way Tyson watches over me. If you don’t love her enough to do that, walk away from her now.”
“Do you get upset with him when he tells you ‘Enough’？”
“Every single time when the compulsion is very strong,” she answered honestly. “Would you like it if Seychelle told you to stop when you needed to help out your brothers in the club?”
Savage hadn’t thought of that. He wouldn’t like it, nor would he be able to stop. He shook his head. “I see what you’re saying.” He couldn’t help but like her. “I can’t thank you enough. Blythe told me you’re a very private person and this would be difficult for you, so it’s even more appreciated. I understand wanting privacy more than most people.”
“I’m really sorry about revealing your talent to Czar and Blythe. I had no idea they didn’t know. Czar seems to be aware of every talent. He has a gift that way. How yours escaped him is beyond me. It’s very powerful, especially when you’re close to him. You use it on him quite often, don’t you?”
Savage considered carefully what he was going to say. She was Blythe’s cousin, and she could see into people, but he had no idea how much she actually knew of their childhood. The Drake sisters had stood with them when they had come to Sea Haven in the hopes of taking down a major human trafficking ring and killing the man who was determined to murder the youngest Drake sister and her husband, Jackson.
Savage chose his words with care. “Czar sacrificed a lot for all of us. When we were kids, the weight of us was crushing on him. Seeing all of us, the way he had to, unable to stop what was happening. Someone had to help him. I didn’t know I was doing it at first, and then when I realized I could, I started trying to develop my ability. I wanted it to be very strong so I could help him. I was so much younger, and he seemed larger than life.” He shrugged, a roll of his shoulders. “I don’t want to keep you, Libby. I really appreciate your time. I have a long way to go to help Seychelle, but I’ll find a way to get her back.”
“I have no doubt you will.” Libby offered her hand as she stood up.
Savage knew touching her was dangerous to both of them. He could read her almost as easily as she could read him, but he figured she already knew the worst of him, so why the hell not? Libby’s healing power was immense. It was tied to her sisters, giving her a huge well of energy to draw on should there be need. She gave him a sweet smile and left him there in the room to go join the others.
Savage considered trying to make a break for it out the back door, but he knew no matter what, he’d have to face Czar, and it was just better to get things over. He waited a little impatiently for him, staring out the window, watching Tyson open the door of his sleek Corvette for Libby. Tyson was a brainiac. The real deal. He also was a bit of an adrenaline junkie if the rumors were true, but the way he hovered over his wife showed he was definitely into her. Savage liked that. Libby Drake deserved a husband who loved her.
“You want to tell me what’s going on, Savage?” Czar greeted as he entered the room. It was an order.
Savage turned to face the man who had saved all of them—all the original members of Torpedo Ink. Without him, there would have been no survival. He didn’t pretend not to understand. He would never disrespect Czar that way.
“It’s a small talent I discovered as a child. I wanted to find a way to help you—to help everyone. I didn’t feel I had much to offer. I’d come back ripped to pieces and all of you would have to take care of me. I could feel your anger, the rage building in you because you felt so helpless. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t stop what was happening, but you took it on your shoulders. Everything that was happening to each of us.”