Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,52
here?” I whisper.
“I’ve got an idea of it,” he replies in a low voice, not looking down at me. I can’t tell if his confidence is earned or if it’s just his pride speaking. I’m really hoping for all our sakes that it’s the latter.
“Is this the same way you got in?” I ask just as we turn another corner and see the exit gate. A few demons stand in front, guarding it.
Ryland pulls me back around the corner before they can catch sight of us.
“No,” he says curtly, pressing his back against the wall and peering out to see the guards. “Your angelic light knocked all of us off our feet. The demons recovered first and managed to capture us.”
Oh, shit. Anderson and Salinas captured the sins too. My stomach tightens into a knot as I consider what they would’ve done with their captives. Anderson already told me they were dead, and I can’t help but imagine that he planned to make his words a reality.
“Three guards,” Ryland mutters. “All armed.”
“We can’t let them sound the alarm,” Beckett hisses. He’s pressed against the wall on my other side, with the rest of the sins gathered around us in a tight knot.
Knight signs something, then seems to melt into the shadows. Ford looks at me. “You got your blade, angel? Since you decided not to take Knight’s face off with it, maybe now’s a good time to give it a little blood.”
My heart stutters in my chest at the memory of how I almost slashed Knight before realizing who he was, but I don’t let myself dwell on it now. There’ll be time to break down and have a proper cry later as I process how close I came to losing them all.
Right now, Ford is right.
I’ve got my sword, and I’m still feeling a little bloodthirsty. I concentrate, and the blade appears in my hand.
“Good.” Ford’s blue eyes gleam. “Can I borrow it for a second?”
I purse my lips. Does he not think I can be trusted with it? I mean, I can kind of see his point, considering I almost just killed his brother. A little hesitantly, I hand it over, hilt first.
Ford takes it, then jerks his chin at the rest of our small group. The other men all press back against the shadows once more, shuffling me to be behind them. I’m not exactly helpless here, they must know that by now after the last fight, but it feels comforting to be back in a group again, to be with people who care about me and want to keep me safe.
I almost lost all of that, and I don’t want to go through that horrible, sinking, empty feeling again.
The only way I know Knight has reached one of the demons is the sound of someone being strangled. It’s a horrible noise, and I grimace, biting my lip so hard I taste blood. It’s quieter than you would expect, a kind of choked, gurgling sound, and the quiet of it is what makes it so horrible. I’m braced for the sounds of someone crying out in pain, but the softness of that noise worms its way into my ear in a way I didn’t expect, and I feel sick.
That’s when Ford throws my blade.
It whips through the air, whistling slightly, and buries itself in the neck of another demon. Or at least, that’s what I’m guessing from the aborted shout and the gurgling sound.
Ew. Death does not make a good soundtrack.
As one, the men and I all surge around the corner. Ford’s already running, almost as fast as the blade itself, and just as the third demon moves to send up an alarm, he yanks out the blade from the dead demon’s fallen body and slices as the neck of the other, taking him down.
Knight and Ford look at each other, as if confirming that the other one is okay, and Knight nods. Wrath turns back and looks at us, gruffly tilting his head. “Let’s go,” he rasps.
We hurry out of the shadows and slip out the gate, trying to keep quiet, closing it behind us. I glance around quickly, trying to absorb our surroundings as fast as Ryland did in the hallway earlier. We’re standing on the edge of a short but rocky hillside on the outskirts of the city where we arrived.
“It won’t be long before they realize we’ve gotten out,” Beckett says, smoothing his dark hair. “We were being held together, and we all