Page 61 of Knight’s Salvation

Rage hardened Chaos’s face, and ice shot from his intense, dark gaze. “How the fuck do we fight this when something or someone is blocking them? We need to find the source, discover who’s controlling them.”

Zenon couldn’t agree more. “First things first. We need to clean this up.”

“Burn it to the ground.” Chaos glanced at the still motionless demons dotted around the room. “Leave them inside.”

Back at the compound,Rocco motioned Zenon to follow him into his bathroom and started pulling first aid supplies out of the cupboard. He’d taken a knife wound in the warehouse and hadn’t even noticed.

“So what’s going on between you and Mia?” Rocco asked.

They’d talked in circles after they’d left the warehouse and come up with nada. Everyone was stressed to shit, so he wasn’t surprised by Roc’s need for another line of conversation right then. But Mia sure as hell wasn’t it.

Zenon looked at Rocco and cocked a brow.

The other knight dropped his gaze and threaded a needle with surgical nylon like a pro. “You ever wonder what it’s like—the mating, I mean?”

Yes. Far more than he should. He didn’t say that, though. Instead he shook his head.

“Laz, Kryos, the way they describe it…the little they’ve shared, anyway.” He lifted his gaze to Zenon. “Fuck, it gives me goose bumps, makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. That’s just from hearing them talk about it. How can something be that good?”

Zenon shook his head. “I’ve never heard them talk about it,” he admitted.

Rocco’s brows shot up. “You know how it goes down, though, yeah?”

Zenon shook his head again. He’d always avoided those conversations.

Rocco started cleaning around the cut with an antiseptic wipe. “They say there’s this thread, or spark or a light, or whatever, but that you’ll know when you see it. That while you’re taking her, it appears. Only we can see it.” His voice had grown deeper. “All we have to do is reach for it, take hold. That’s what binds you to her and her to you.” He cleared his throat. “Laz, shit, not even Kryos could find the words to describe how it feels in that moment.” He looked up from what he was doing. “Sounds good, right?”

It sounded better than good. And hearing what he would miss out on, what he couldn’t have, yeah, it hurt more than any damn knife wound.

But he didn’t miss the look in Roc’s eyes, something he hadn’t seen before. And he didn’t think this line of conversation was just about him and Mia. “What’s going on? Is this about that waitress you can’t keep away from?”

Rocco sucked in a breath then surprised Zenon by saying, “Yeah, actually.” He grinned. “She’s mine. She’s my mate.”

Damn. That, he was not expecting. “She know?”

“Not yet. Soon, though. She hasn’t come into her powers yet. Still, I felt her, felt that connection almost instantly. I didn’t know that could happen, but there’s no mistaking it.”

“You gonna bring her in?”

Rocco shook his head and dropped his gaze back to Zenon’s wound. “She’s hellsgate.”

“Fuck.”

“She has the Beast’s mark, like Eve did.”

Zenon took in Rocco and didn’t miss the stress on his face. “What are you going to do?”

Roc shook his head. “She’s safe for now. And I’m being careful, making sure none of Diemos’s minions are watching us. I just…I can’t risk bringing her in before she transitions and we’re mated, not after what happened with Eve, with our brothers.” He lifted his head, gaze meeting Zenon’s. “Right now, there’s no way for Diemos or any of his army to sense her, not before she gains her powers. And when that happens, I’ll be right there with her. They will not touch her.”

Zenon dipped his chin. Eve was hellsgate, and before her and Laz mated things had gotten seriously fucked up. Roc had almost attacked Eve, and Zenon hadn’t been far behind him. Until Rocco mated his female there was the risk that could happen again.

“You change your mind about Mia?” Rocco asked him.

“No.”

His course was set. Nothing could change that. He knew what he was doing with Mia was wrong and unbelievably selfish, but he couldn’t stop it, not yet.

The other warriors knew Mia was staying with him, and more than likely assumed he’d changed his mind about making her his mate.