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Dante locks his fingers around my wrist. “It’s not that.”
“It is and you know it.” Yanking my hand away from him, I spin on my heels and storm toward the booth Kase and Elias sit at, silently watching us.
“Raven,” Dante calls, striding behind me. “Get back here. We’re not done talking.”
“Oh, yes we are—” The breath knocks from my lungs as something smashes into my back, knocking me forward.
Kase roars, jumping from the booth. Red fire explodes from him, devouring his human form, leaving his feline beast in its wake. The building shakes as he launches in my direction, and I expect him to crash into Dante to shove him off me. Kase flies over us, and Dante drags me from the floor and into his arms.
“Don’t let him escape!” Dante shouts, closing the space to Elias. Ushering me into the booth, Dante stands protectively in front of us, unfurling his wings.
I climb up on the seat and peer over his make-shift barrier. “What’s going on?”
Kase blasts fire at a man near the door. Without having to ask who he is, I know the man is the demon with a contract on Elias’s soul.
In a tornado of fire, the man splits the floor open and dives into a pit of Hell
Kase dives in after him.
The two of them disappear.
Chapter 12
Jealousy Bites
RAVEN
“SHIT, WHERE DID they go?” I ask, trying to get up.
Dante folds his wings and plops into the booth next to me, eyeing the room. He doesn’t respond to my question and leans his elbows on the table. I scoot over to give him space, his body radiating with the heat of Hell. Elias sits rigidly, clutching onto the edge of the table. His eyes dart from the spot Kase chased the demon into some sort of Hell portal and to me.
“Hell,” Elias murmurs, swallowing his hoarse word.
A dozen thoughts cross my mind. If Kase entered Hell, could Lucian take advantage of it and force him to stay? Fuck.
The room rumbles and the putrid scent of rotten eggs trickles through the air as fiery cracks fissure across the shiny black floor. Dante closes the foot of space I put between us and drapes his arm across my shoulders like we hadn’t just gotten into an argument about his reaction toward me showing Gia my attention. I could try to shove him away out of spite, but the more sensible part of me knows he has his reasons and will explain them to me. Right now, I want to be as close to him as possible before Hell breaks loose.
“Relax, pretty soul. It’s only Kase. You know the realms break easily under his wrath,” Dante says, stroking his hot fingers up and down my arm.
“Apparently, the same goes for Elias’s master.” I sink into Dante, relief flooding through me at the sight of Kase materializing from a burst of flames.
“Not without a price. He’ll be weakened.” Turning his gaze toward Kase, Dante shares a silent look with him. It’s obvious from his quick return that the demon managed to get away. And now he knows Elias is with us.
Kase remains expressionless as he strides to the booth. I try to lock my gaze to his, but he trains his glowing glare on Elias. Shifting on the seat, I prepare to intervene if Kase decides to unleash his wrath. It’s no one’s fault the damn demon got away...sort of. I push the thought of my weird-ass fun with Gia to the back of my mind. I know it could’ve distracted Kase and Dante, and I don’t want to think that something so small will be the cause of my downfall.
“Elias, get up. You’re going hunting with me,” Kase says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I can use his hold on you to track him now that I know who he is. Fucking bottom feeder. I’ll give him credit for his determination but he’s sloppy.”
Elias remains in his spot, his complexion pale, his body trembling. He looks worse than he had only an hour ago. My chest tightens with worry. The unknown stability of his terminal cancer scares me. What if something happens and we can’t get his contract in time? Fuck.
“Can you do it without him? He doesn’t look so good,” I say, tapping my fingers to the table to get Kase’s attention.
Flaring his nostrils, Kase finally meets my gaze. “Why work harder when he can help me pinpoint his new territory? I hate to sound like an asshole to you, angel-girl, but the dickhead isn’t getting any better. He’ll never look good.”
Dante stands up and towers over the table. “I’ll give you another dose of my venom. It’ll keep you going.”
“Until his body just gives out,” I exclaim, tugging on Dante’s jacket. “You guys are going to kill him faster than—”
“Raven, it’s fine. They’re right. I’m not getting any better. I’d rather fight my hardest and fail than waste away, praying to God for mercy when it’s now more obvious than ever that my prayers will never be answered.” Elias slowly gets up, using the table to support himself with one hand. Lifting his other, he gives his arm to Dante to bite.
