you, little evergreen? Do you think you could take us there?”
Bile rose to the back of her throat and she fought the urge to curl into a ball. The last thing she wanted was to go back to that dank, smelly basement. “I have no idea where we were. Somewhere along the subway lines because I found a door that let me out in one of the unused tunnels.”
“What station did he take you down?” Jett interjected. He no longer looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. He wasn’t propositioning her or anything, but the glower was gone.
“He didn’t take me into the subway. We went down some alley that smelled like urine and decay, but most of all brimstone. There were metal shelves full of odds and ends but nothing to tell me exactly where we were.”
Dante got up, grabbed his glass and crossed to the bar. He poured more amber liquid into his tumbler. “What street were you on when he grabbed you?”
Chloe picked up her glass and waved it at Dante. He smiled and took it from her hand. “I was on Park Avenue close to Fifty-Eighth Street. He carried and dragged me so long I doubt it was anywhere near where we started. I remember using a picture window to kick off and try to get him off me, but I can’t give you more than that without taking you there.”
Dante handed her the Grey Goose and sat next to her. His heat beckoned her to lay her head on his shoulder and close her eyes. “We will find this asshole, but we are going to need your help.”
Chloe sighed and took a big drink, enjoying the burn of the alcohol. “I’m sick and fucking tired of people saying they need my help. I just want this day to end so I can go to sleep and forget this ever happened.”
That was wishful thinking. Seems as if life hadn’t burned all of her angelic attributes away. She should have known she couldn’t stay neutral forever. Her kind were immensely powerful which made them a target. She was in a far more precarious position without her connections to the Underworld or Heaven. Yep. She was fucked.
Dante stood and offered his hand. “Let me show you to a room where you can get some rest, little evergreen. We can discuss how we will proceed after we all sleep.”
Chloe took his hand and let him pull her up. Her legs were jelly and her spine felt like it had been beaten to a pulp. “You look like you should go find a female or two to fuck if you plan on doing anything tomorrow. You look like shit.”
The warriors laughed while Dante growled and snarled at them. She was all out of fucks to give. All she wanted was a soft mattress. And, maybe a shower.
Chapter 6
Dante closed the distance between him and Chloe. “If you so much as make a move toward the Princess I will take you over my knee.”
Chloe fought a shiver as she listened to his threat. “More foreplay, Cambion Lord? For a second there I wondered if you really were part incubus after all.”
Dante’s lips twitched and she lifted one eyebrow. “Something about you makes it impossible to truly threaten you.”
“I have no problem informing you that if I even think you are aiming for our Princess, I will rip your head from your shoulders before you can blink.” Ty promised as he pinned her with his intense brown eyes.
“If you are so worried for her safety why bring her here?” Chloe kept her eyes on the five handsome males in the house. She didn’t know what to make of the Dark Warriors or Dante.
Rumor in the realm was that they were overall good guys. She’d heard some were cold, but efficient in their attack on demons. In her mind that wasn’t a bad thing. When you didn’t get overly involved or too attached to others it was easier to do your job.
When she had been a Warrior Angel she killed without remorse and did so quickly and efficiently. It lessened the likelihood of collateral damage. Shit went sideways when you allowed yourself to get involved and care. She learned that lesson firsthand.
Dante ran his gaze up and down her body. The heat burned her all the way to her soul and awakened her body for the first time in thousands of years. It had been so long since she’d felt desire that it