Page 12 of Knight’s Salvation

“Jesus, Zen.”

Zenon ignored Lazarus.

Chaos moved forward. “What’s he talking about?”

Amen whimpered, pinned to the wall by his wrist. Blood poured out of him, pooling on the concrete floor. It wouldn’t kill him—removing his head was the only way to accomplish that—but the blood loss would weaken him for several days, and right now would hurt like hell.

“Zen, man. Do you know this guy?” Laz asked, concern in his voice.

He answered honestly and shook his head. He hadn’t been permitted to look anyone in the eye. He’d kept his gaze lowered. Plus, during those times when he’d been on loan or sent to acquire information, his mistress had usually drugged him to make him more cooperative.

“Helena didn’t let him out much, but when she did, he was definitely a favorite. Everyone wanted a piece of him. That angel blood made him a bit of a novelty,” Amen gasped out.

He felt both Chaos and Lazarus’s gazes burning into him, but he ignored them, couldn’t meet their eyes even if he tried, and instead walked over to the demon pinned to the wall. He held his gaze, and Amen flinched, shrank back. For once, Zenon didn’t curse the way he looked or the effect he had on others. He wanted this demon scared for his life.

Without a word, he gripped the blade buried in the wall and wrenched it up so the guy’s hand was cleaved almost in two and left hanging useless at the wrist. Chaos cursed, while Laz watched him, concern covering his face. Like he saw too damn much.

They weren’t stupid. It wouldn’t take a genius to work out what this slimy fucker was insinuating.

Still, when the screaming stopped, Zen leaned in close. “I think you’ve got me mixed up with someone else, Amen.”

The demon flailed and gasped then nodded manically. “Yeah…yes…you’re right. I…I’ve never seen you before.”

Without another word, Zenon used the guy’s shirt to clean his blade, and ignoring the stunned silence of the other knights in the room, walked out of the basement, through the garage, and back into the yard.

Without bothering to remove his clothes, he shifted, taking his full Kishi demon form, leaving the shredded remains on the ground.

And flew into the night sky.

There wasa light knock on the door. Mia put down her book and walked over to open it. Eve stood on the other side, a small smile curving her lips.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

“No. I was just reading.”

Eve glanced at the book on the small table by the couch and her smile got bigger. “If you’re ever short of something to read, just ask. I’m a bit of a romance junkie. I used to own a book store before I came here, and the romance section took up over half the place.”

She couldn’t help but smile back. “Thanks.”

“I’m at a loose end, actually. Laz is busy, and I know I said I’d stop by in the morning, but I could do with the company. If I can tear you away from your reading.”

Mia would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t have a few questions. “Would you like to come in?”

“I thought you might feel like some fresh air. The windows have to be covered, and I know it can take a bit of getting used to.”

No kidding. “That would be wonderful.”

Eve led her out into the hall and to the elevator. When they got in she hit the button for the fifth floor. That floor was the control room. Mia had found it again when she’d been exploring earlier. Another huge male sat behind the desk when they walked in. He looked so out of place behind the desk, dressed all in black, weapons strapped to his chest—it was laughable.

“Hey, Kryos,” Eve called.

He smiled. “What’s up?”

“Just need some fresh air.”

“Go for it.” He went back to whatever he’d been doing.

Eve carried on through the room, past the wall of monitors, and toward a set of steel doors. She pushed them open and they walked out onto a largish balcony at the rear of the building.