If my brothers could work nonstop, I could too until we found our sister. Ignoring the steps behind me, I focused on the ones running away from me. Materializing my scythe, I morphed it into a dagger and flicked it. Imbued with my essence, the knife sailed toward its target.
My muscles spasmed as pain coursed through my sore shoulders. Hunger pangs with two different origins hit my stomach. A big, fat cheeseburger sounded so good, but so did riding Shepherd’s cock. The closest need was right behind me, a breath away from unleashing Lust. God, he smelled so good. Keeping my distance was imperative.
Hades! I didn’t have time to entertain my curse with Joy out there somewhere.
I smiled when I heard the banshee cry out. I covered my ears as she screamed, and then I found her slouched around the corner. Even with my ears blocked, my skull throbbed with her shrieking. Sobbing, blood covered her hand as she tried to pull the dagger from her stomach. Using my power, I pushed it deeper inside her.
When I was close enough, I grabbed her neck and forced her to her feet. “Where is your cult leader?” Not waiting for an answer, I pushed her against the cave wall. My nails caught the surface, nicking them sharply. The slight pain stabbing my cuticles was nothing compared to the throbbing between my thighs. “Harvest has made all of you mindless,” I muttered as I yanked her hair, tilting her chin upward.
“Fuck. You.” She spat in my face. “He will make your sister wish she could die.”
Instead of fury, grief sliced into my chest, and I staggered back, barely keeping my hold on the demon.
“Prudence.” Shepherd growled behind me.
I focused on the bleeding banshee in front of me. She knew Harvest had Joy, but not about our funky powers. She would have thrown it in my face if she did.
Our powers disappeared three more times since Derrick took Joy. Each incident was brief, but it was a matter of when our mortality became permanent. We had to find Joy. If we didn’t… I choked on the lump in my throat as my eyes watered.
“You know nothing,” I croaked, narrowing my gaze at the banshee. “But that’s not why I’m here.”
“No,” she whispered. Her face paled as I held her head back. Before she screeched again, I covered her mouth. A Banshee’s scream could be lethal, and I didn’t have time for more pain.
“That scream right there is the reason I’ve come for you. You’ve lured and killed enough people over the century. Time for you to go to Hell.” Removing the dagger from her stomach, I kept her lips covered and opened the passage to the Devil’s domain. “Let’s see how much you enjoy being bad in Hell.”
Shepherd grasped my shoulders as I pushed her through. When it closed up, I sucked in a breath and tried to get away from his touch. My pussy was dripping wet, begging for him, and it didn’t help that he’d never left my side. And thanks to him being attuned to my emotions, he knew the agony my curse put me through. He knew how tired and hungry I was too.
“This has got to stop.” He spun me around.
My heart fluttered as I looked into his bright green stare—beautiful, angry one. I shoved at his chest, but touching him made Lust worse. “Not until we find Joy,” I mumbled.
“You’re not going to find her this way,” he muttered.
I glared. “You’re asking me to stop looking? Every second she’s not found, is another second they can kill…” My voice trembled. “If she loses her powers for longer than a few seconds. They can…”
“Stop saying it. Stop thinking about it.” Shepherd caressed my cheek, and his eyes turned violet. “I know how much Joy means to you…to all of you. Right now, I care about you. I feel all your aches and pains. You need rest, Princess.”
“No, I need to find my sister and kill the bastard that took her.”
“You probably won’t get the chance to kill the proxy. Your brothers won’t stop until they find him and destroy him themselves. But we’ll find Joy, Prudence.” He stood tall and pushed his shoulders back. The movement sent my heart fluttering like a caged bird. His half-lidded gaze flickered over me. “Now, are we going to do this the hard way or the easy way?”