The owner of that voice stepped into the light, his vivid green eyes slicing right through her.
Gabriel.
He’d come for her after all. Along with Aiden Donovan, who looked a hell of a lot more intimidating than he had in the club, and Cole Diamante, who’d arrived in his wolf form and was already growling at her would-be attackers.
Jaci nearly wept with relief.
But right now?
Ass-kicking took precedence over tears.
In the momentary confusion that followed, Jaci wrenched herself free of the demon’s grip and dropped into a crouch. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his ankles and pulled hard, lunging backward and dropping his ass to the pavement like dead weight.
Gabriel grinned, a sight that made her happier than it probably should have, considering how much trouble she was in.
“Nice work, witch,” he said, that whiskey voice giving her chills. “We’ve got it from here.”
Chapter Fourteen
Gabriel pounced on the felled demon. While the fucking cunt was still conscious, he grabbed his arm—the one that’d been wrapped around Jacinda’s throat—and ripped it clean off. But he didn’t like the asymmetry of it all, so he tore the other one off too.
The demon’s tortured screams were a damned symphony. Gabriel let him sing for a few more seconds, then grabbed his head and bashed his skull into the ground. In that moment, he didn’t care if the demon’s essence found another human vessel to occupy. Let him come at Jacinda again—Gabriel would rip off the new arms just as swiftly as he’d ripped off the old.
While Cole went after the vampires and grays, Aiden took down the second demon, tearing out his throat.
No singing for that one, then.
A burst of hellfire exploded behind him, and Gabriel whipped around to see Jacinda grappling with the last demon, the front of her coat singed black.
In a blur, Gabriel barreled into them, shoving Jacinda out of the way and slamming the demon face-first into a brick wall. He punched a hole clear through his back, wrapped a fist around his spine, and yanked it right out.
He would’ve loved to piss on the corpse too—really send that message home. But there was no time.
“Cole!” he shouted, and Aiden nodded, both of them charging into the fray. He and Aiden took down the bloodsuckers, leaving the grays to Cole. The wolf had already sliced-and-diced one of them, its heart destroyed, but the vile beast hadn’t turned to ash.
Fuck.
“Cut the amulets!” Gabriel shouted, frantically searching for the tell-tale pouches they wore, the dark magic that allowed them to rise from the dead.
“I don’t see any.” Aiden charged at one of them—another heart torn loose, another killing blow.
But it didn’t kill the beast.
Gabriel, Aiden, and Cole were much more powerful than three uncoordinated grays, but no matter how badly they wounded them, the grays just wouldn’t stay down. Skulls bashed in, hands severed, hearts torn free, guts spilling from broken flesh, and still the monsters fought.
“We can’t just leave them here,” Aiden said. He managed to grab their chains and hold them at bay, but the beasts refused to die. “What the fuck do we do?”
Cole lunged at one of them, biting into its femoral artery. Blood sprayed from the wound. Yet even with the wolf’s jaws clamped around its thigh, the creature didn’t fall.
“Nice work, boys. I’ve got it from here.”
Gabriel turned toward the sound, the unmistakable voice of his witch.
She stood before them, three bloody hearts clutched in her hands. The look in her eyes was as feral as the grays’.
“For fuck’s sake, witch. Get back before you—”
“Move.” Without waiting for a reply, she raised the hearts over her head, blood falling on her face like rain. Magic crackled around her, a thousand tiny sparks of lightning that flashed and sizzled.
