Page 51 of Knight’s Salvation

Chapter 13

Helena had kepthim for two hellish days, and when he stepped outside, his naked skin throbbed and stung with every step. This time the cool night air did little to soothe the damage she’d done to him.

He locked his knees, refusing to fall on his ass. His body was hard at work, repairing itself, draining energy he didn’t have, energy she’d refused to give him.

It’s over. I’m going back to Hell…one way or another.

The view from her penthouse apartment’s balcony was spectacular, and if it hadn’t been for Mia, he’d take a dive off that balcony and forget he had wings. In his weakened state, it might actually finish him off this time.

He’d only survived the last two days because of his unwavering need to get back to her, to make sure she was okay. At least while his mistress was torturing him she didn’t have time to go after Mia.

“Zenon.” He turned at the sound of Silas’s voice. Pain lined the angel’s face. “I didn’t know you were coming here.”

Zenon shrugged, trying to appear unaffected, which was a major fail since he stumbled to the right and only stayed on his feet because he clung to the railing.

“Fuck.” Silas’s muttered curse was low, full of rage.

“She’s regaining her powers.” The wind picked up, whipped around his face. Maybe if it blew hard enough it could carry away the awful truth of his words. “She’s going back. I’m going with her.” He knew he sounded hollow—dead—but couldn’t bring himself to fake it.

Silas thrust his fingers in his hair while doing a whole lot more cursing. But there was nothing he could do, nothing anyone could do. At full power, even Silas wouldn’t be able to keep her contained.

If he stayed on Earth and Helena went on her own, Zenon would die without her power and what it gave him—and so would Mia. Helena would make sure of that. If he tried to go back with her, the angel brand on his face still intact, Zenon would die. If he cut the thing out, he could return to Hell. He’d live—but he’d wish he was dead.

“When?”

Zenon shrugged. “I don’t know yet. She’s keeping it a surprise. I guess when she’s back to full power. Soon.” Letting his Kishi demon take over, he extended his wings.

“Zenon, wait.”

There was nothing more to be said. Ignoring Silas, he headed home. Back to his female, back to Mia.

Mia heldthe phone away from her ear and waited until her sister finished her tirade. When she quieted, Mia tried again to calm her and convince her she was okay.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me you’d been attacked? Goddammit, you were hurt. I’m your big sister. I have a right to know these things. They’re supposed to be looking after you. Shit.”

“Chay, I’m okay. I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

“No, Mia. It’s not good enough. That’s it. I’m coming. Someone needs to knock some sense into those males. Might as well be me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Chaya was shorter than Mia but still saw herself as ten feet tall and bulletproof. Despite being only twelve months older, she’d appointed herself as Mia’s protector. After their mother died, her protectiveness got a whole lot worse.

“Brent! I’m taking time off,” her sister yelled, nearly deafening her.

Before she could say anything, Mia heard a low male voice in the background. Chaya hissed something back in response.

“Chay?” The voices got louder. “Chay, you there?”

“Put me down!” That was all she heard before the phone made a clunking sound.

“Chaya?”

“Ah, hello?”

“Who is this? Where’s my sister?”

A low chuckle traveled down the line. “Brent’s taken her to his office. He looked pissed.”

Great, she was in trouble again. “Can you get her to call me back later?”