This was seven different kind of bad Indy would give anything to avoid.
“Naughty of you to run, Malik,” the demon with dark hair said with a smirk. “Hadn’t pegged you as a coward.”
“I like to keep assholes on their toes, Kenzo,” Malik snarled, then his gaze shot to the blond. “Anakin. Always a displeasure.”
The name “Skywalker” popped into Indy’s head. He was half-expecting the demon to whip out a light saber. Focus!
“Do us both a favor and come quietly,” Kenzo said. “Or scream. Either way, you’re going to see the boss.” He cracked his knuckles like a cliché mobster who’d watched one too many gangster movies. The move should’ve made him a joke, but his sheer size dared you to laugh.
Indy didn’t have a death wish.
A menacing snarled rumbled through Malik when Anakin stepped in Indy’s direction.
“Last mistake you’ll ever make,” Malik warned Anakin.
The demons went for Malik, arms outstretched.
“No!” Indy threw himself in front of his mate, clawing at the closest hand.
Malik slung Indy just as a lightning bolt landed where he’d been standing. Holy hell!
Anakin had just tried to barbeque him!
Malik went for blows with Kenzo, gaining the upper hand, until Kenzo slammed into Malik, sending him right into the shadows where he disappeared.
“Malik!”
Anakin turned, heading for the shadows. Indy leaped onto the demons back, causing Anakin to stumble forward, convinced he’d lost his ever-loving mind.
There was nothing for a long, nauseating moment. Just falling and complete darkness. Indy screamed, grabbing for anything he could find, but there was nothing but air all around him.
Then he hit something solid, knocking the wind out of him. Fuck, that hurt! Indy groaned and rolled to hands and knees, coughing. Blades of grass scraped his palms and his entire body ached.
“You okay?” Malik helped him to his feet, his hand steadying Indy by his elbow.
“I just fell through—” Indy waved a hand above his head. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“He had nothing to do with this,” Malik snarled at the demons, canines bared.
“He hitched a ride,” Anakin said flippantly. “Yell at your boy, not me.”
Malik narrowed his gaze. “Why would you do something so insane?”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” Indy argued. “They hijacked you. I wasn’t going to let them get away with it.” He didn’t mention the fact Malik was his mate. Indy wasn’t giving them any more power than they already had.
Malik mumbled something about crazy foxes. Whatever. Indy had already been through enough in the past few days. If he wanted to do something stupid, like try to save his mate, no one was going to stop him.
He’d earned that right.
“Where are we?” He glanced around the darkened streets, immediately clocking the lack of vehicles. He didn’t even spot a bicycle.
“Demon realm,” Malik answered. “A place I would’ve preferred you’d stayed away from.
“You already made that clear.” Indy jerked his arm away when Malik tried to take his hand. “I’m perfectly capable of walking, thank you very much.”
Anakin chuckled from behind him.
Indy started to give the demon a piece of his mind, but he didn’t have enough of it left to give. He was actually losing what little he had left. Demon realm. Jesus. He’d heard of this place, but had never wanted it on his bucket list.
