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He forced himself to focus back on the demon he’d been watching for the last ten minutes, when the guy turned suddenly and crossed the street, moving in Zenon’s direction. The demon ignored the honks, didn’t flinch or slow when several cars swerved, narrowly missing him. Nope, he kept coming like he was taking a damn Sunday stroll. When there was nothing but brick wall in front of him he stopped and looked up, right at Zenon, and waved.

What the fuck?

Shifting into his Kishi demon form, Zenon stepped off the side between two buildings, letting his wings catch the wind before he reached the alley floor below. He landed in a crouch, and the demon with a death wish appeared at the mouth of the alley a moment later.

He met the other male’s glazed-eyed, vacant stare. “What do you want?”

“I have a message for you, knight,” the demon said.

* * *

This wasway too close to home, too close to the compound and too close to Mia.

Zenon moved in, Rocco at his side. The heavy steel door was closed, but that didn’t stop the low, muted beats thumping through the warehouse walls and echoing around the secluded lots.

Zenon turned to Rocco. The knight’s face was cast in shadow, making him look sinister as fuck. “What the hell is this?”

“Hope you’re wearing your dancing shoes, brother. Looks like we’re going to a rave,” Rocco said.

He had no idea what a fucking rave was but he didn’t like the sound of it. “I don’t dance.”

“No shit.” Rocco scanned the area around them. “You sure this is the place?”

“I guess I could have the address wrong. The fucker was choking on his own blood when I asked him to repeat it.”

Rocco snorted.

Zenon hadn’t planned on killing the demon, but as soon as he’d delivered his message he’d gone for his blade. The guy had basically committed suicide, forced to try and fight Zenon against his will. Because no demon was stupid enough to take him or one of his brothers on alone.

“I don’t sense any demons here.”

“Me either.”

They both knew this was some kind of setup, and had left Kryos and Lazarus back at the compound in case that had been the ultimate target.

“Gunner and Chaos should’ve secured the rear exit by now. Let’s go.”

Pulling their weapons, Zenon opened the door and they stepped inside.

Bright flashing strobe lights blinded him immediately. He lifted his arm to shield his eyes. The room was submerged in darkness then bathed in fluorescent light at a speed that would make anyone dizzy. With each flash, he caught a glimpse of the packed warehouse. Humans filled the huge space, moving to the terrible music pumping through the room so loud he couldn’t hear anything else.

Someone knocked into him. A human female grabbed onto his arm, mouth wide in a scream, silenced by the repetitive, blaring music. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her and blood bubbled up her throat, pouring down her chin. The female’s knees gave out and she fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw the truth of what was happening around him. The humans weren’t dancing. They were being massacred. Each flash of light revealed people running, screaming. Blood was everywhere, coating the walls, the floor under his boots.

Rocco grabbed his arm and his mouth moved rapidly, but Zenon couldn’t hear a word. They moved in, tried to help, to fight, but it was near impossible. Without the ability to sense the demons in the room, he didn’t know who to kill.

Then suddenly it all stopped. The strobe stopped flashing and they were cast in utter darkness. The eerie silence lifted the hair on the back of his neck. Then the lights came on and Zenon got his first proper look at the carnage around him.

Bodies littered the floor, not one human alive, and the demons that had slaughtered them stood motionless, unresponsive, coated in blood.

Rocco cursed repeatedly while he searched in vain for survivors.

Chaos and Gunner moved toward them from the other side of the room, stepping over what remained of the humans lured there, and met them in the middle.

Gunner rubbed his hands over his whiskered jaw. “Message well and truly received.”

Yeah, no one could miss it. These guys were powerful, organized…and fucked in the head.