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“Stand down!” the man shouted. “It’ll be over soon!”
Kevin threw his elbow back, smashing it into the man’s ribs as hard as he could. He heard something crunch, and he shoved the gasping man off of him. He’d always known he was strong, but he was surprised at how high the man flew into the air before landing back in the grass beside him.
Whatever.
He had to get to Percy.
Percy was on his feet and scowling at the bullet holes in his chest as if a bird had shit on him or something similarly inconvenient. Sebastian had pulled himself off the car and was trying to reload his gun. Percy charged him, smacking the gun out of Sebastian’s hand with a wave of his arm.
Kevin stumbled when the man he’d shoved grabbed his ankle as he tried to get up. He managed to keep his balance and turn, kicking the man’s face until he saw red. “You stay down, assclown!”
Percy and Sebastian were out of his line of sight now, their scuffle having taken them behind the ball of twine. Kevin ran to them, but a second man in a black coat, taller than the first, appeared with a vial of clear liquid in his hand.
“Begone, foul fiend!” the tall man roared as he splashed the vial’s contents in Kevin’s face.
“What the hell?” Kevin sputtered through a mouthful of…
Water?
He spat it out as he lunged forward, slamming the man into the ball of twine. He punched him repeatedly, but the guy managed to heave Kevin off him with a furious grunt. He then drew a large dagger from his side, nearly long enough to be a sword.
He swung wildly at Kevin as he roared, “You will die, whore of Satan!”
“What the—” Kevin ducked, the sword barely missing his head. “What is your fucking problem, asshole? You’re ruining my damn vacation!”
The tall man screamed and came at him again.
Kevin dodged the next swing, and he grabbed the man’s arm, snapping it like a twig. The sword clattered to the concrete, and Kevin quickly snatched it up while he wailed in pain. Kevin smashed the hilt into the side of the guy’s head. He crumbled to the ground, and Kevin looked around desperately for Percy.
Percy was still behind the gazebo, backing down a steep hill as Sebastian closed in on him. Blood poured from where Percy had been shot, and there was a large gash across the side of his neck.
No doubt it came from the giantbroadswordSebastian was holding as he said calmly, “It is time to die, foul servant of Satan. I must cleanse your filth from this earth.”
“I have three moods,” Percy warned as his horns sprouted out of his brow. “Off, on, and what color would you like your casket to be. So tell me, worm, shall it be a classic blue or little bitch black?”
In spite of the big talk, Percy’s wounds were clearly hindering him. He was moving slow and his breathing was ragged, and Kevin didn’t understand why Percy didn’t teleport to safety. The very sight of him hurt filled Kevin with a dreadful rage he’d never known…
Andfear.
He’d finally found the most incredible guy—yes, technically a demon, but still—and he was building somethingrealfor the very first time. He had never felt this way about anyone, and even if he never found his wings, he knew he could be happy as long as he had Percy in his life.
There was no way he was going to lose him now.
Kevin focused on the warmth burning inside of his chest, and he hurled himself at the World’s Largest Ball of Twine.
It didn’t budge.
“Fuck me,” Kevin groaned, peeking around the ball to see Sebastian raising the sword as he closed in on Percy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He pushed it again with everything he had—his fear, his anguish, every moment of rage and despair he’d felt since finding out the truth about himself. The warmth inside of him burst forth with a rush that felt like a thousand orgasms and opening presents on Christmas morning combined, and the ball shifted and then rolled forward.
Kevin cheered as he gave it another shove, running alongside it as it picked up speed rolling down the hill.
“I condemn your soul back to the fires from whence you came,” Sebastian declared. “Return to Hell, demon.”
Percy’s eyes bulged when he saw the ball of twine, and he quipped, “You first.” He grunted with obvious effort and pain as he tried to blink out of the way. He flickered like a skipping DVD before he vanished.
Sebastian turned just in time to see the ball hurtling toward him, but it was too late for him to flee. The ball rolled right over him, flattening him to the ground. It rolled forward until it hit an upslope at the bottom of the hill, and then it came right back on top of Sebastian.
