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But the third round was a different story. He’d torn my shirt down the middle and cut into my back. Even the cool air of the warehouse couldn’t combat the burning. It felt like someone was dragging a lit match through every single cut. My back had taken the longest, or maybe it just felt that way. It wasn’t like there was a clock I could watch.
I let my eyes drift closed, relishing the cool concrete against my cheek. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since lunch at the café. I’d been too busy catching a plane to eat dinner. And I didn’t even know how long ago that was.
My body was tired, hungry, and somewhere under the burning cuts, I was probably cold too. It would be so much easier to just pass out and leave this nightmare behind.
The telltale sound of footsteps made me tense. I immediately regretted that as pain shot through my back.
I heard the sound of a blade scraping, and I let out an involuntary whimper. It was too soon. I couldn’t take any more right now.
“Put her on her back,” Morex said in the same unaffected, almost bored voice he’d used when he told his demons to turn me over hours ago. “I need access to her stomach.”
No.
I’d thought I was past being able to feel fear. I was wrong. Morex could cut into my arms and back all he wanted. He could force screams from me for hours. I could live through all of it. But I couldn’t let him hurt my baby.
Panic fueled me, sending a burst of energy into my aching limbs and clearing the exhaustion from my brain.
When my hands were freed from the metal ring in the floor, I swung out wildly while I did my best to curl in on myself, anything to protect my abdomen.
I hissed as hands gripped my shoulder and then screamed as my injured back slammed into the ground with jarring force.
A second later my hands were wrenched above my head. No one bothered refastening the cuffs to the floor. One of the demons held my hands there while a second demon grasped my ankles above the shackles.
I thrashed anyway, refusing to accept defeat so quickly and ignoring the way my arms and back screamed in agony.
Morex’s hand pressed into my lower stomach forcefully, holding me in place as he brought the blade to my exposed skin.
“Please,” I cried. “Please don’t.”
“Morex.” Dantalion’s voice stilled the other demon’s hand.
I looked over at the duke. His face was turned toward the balcony, a cold smile spreading over his lips. “Finally.”
Twenty-Nine
Nathaniel
Red smoke surroundedme in a cloud—all that was left of the dozen or so demons that had been guarding the perimeter of the storage facility.
I’d cut through them all in a matter of seconds, the heavenly fire burning hotter in my veins by the second. I’d never felt like this, the pure power radiating through me. It was almost too much to handle, but I didn’t have time to pull back or use caution.
Sierra was inside one of these warehouses, and with the way the bond was calling out to me, she wasnotokay.
But she was alive. I just had to get to her.
I scanned the area. The whole compound was teeming with demonic power.
Good. I was in the mood for a fight.
Several demons were clustered on the roof with more surrounding the building. I let my wings out again and leaped into the air. I landed on the roof, and every demon’s head swiveled in my direction.
“Angel,” one of them spat out.
I smiled at them without an ounce of warmth. “Very observant.” I didn’t give them a chance to respond or run. I slashed out with my flaming knives. The fire was getting hot enough I didn’t even have to make contact to incinerate the demons. Two of them turned to puffs of smoke. A third rushed at me, and I thrust my blade into his gut. The last two demons backed away.
Yeah, not going to happen.
I let both my knives fly, twin golden streaks that lodged themselves in the demons’ chests.
