Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,7

Dante’s back. “Is she a fallen…”

“It doesn’t matter. Just because she sided with Lucifer at one point doesn’t mean she still is. Zakara is proof enough of that.” Dante would have walked away before meeting Ramiel’s mate Zakara. The female proved that not all fallen angels were evil beings, that deserved to be slaughtered. Some saw their mistakes and wanted to make amends for being on the wrong side.

“Can you hear me?” Dante grimaced as he scanned her body and took stock of all her injuries. There wasn’t one entire inch free of injury on her body. Bile did pushups in the back of his throat.

Not only because of what had been done to her, either. His body surged to life on a rush that made him dizzy. For so long he had to work harder to arouse himself than he gained from engaging in sex and here he had a female beaten to a pulp and his cock wanted some action.

He hated himself at that moment. He shouldn’t be turned on and aching for this female. His mind objected and was repulsed, but his body wasn’t listening. It seemed as if he waited too fucking long if his inner demon could take pleasure at a moment like this.

Putting up steel barriers around that part of his mind, he took a deep breath and willed his erection away before he slid his arms under her body and stood with her in his hands.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take you some place safe.”

Lucas gasped and stopped Dante with a hand on his shoulder. “Where are we taking her?”

Dante narrowed his eyes at the male. “Where the fuck do you think? Back to Jessup House.”

Dante took off without waiting for a reply from Lucas. He didn’t give a shit if this was a mistake. He refused to leave this female bloody and broken on the train tracks. Yes, she was a fallen angel and was likely aligned with the local archdemon, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be treated like this.

Dante knew what it was like to make mistakes in life. Who’s to say she didn’t realize the one she made thousands of years ago? Dante wouldn’t hold the position of power he did if he hadn’t been given a second chance.

Besides, if she woke up and tried to attack them, he’d have Ty, Axel, Jett and Lucas to help him fight her. Every cell in his body roared to painful life. This might be the last mistake he ever made, but he’d jumped on the runaway train and there was no getting off now.

Chapter 3

Jett’s stormy grey eyes bored into Dante. “What the fuck are you thinking?” As the defacto leader of Jessup House, he’d expected Jett to be pissed.

Energy crackled around the sorcerer, making Dante arch a brow at Jett. “I know you aren’t challenging me. We need information about what the archdemons are up to. And this one might be a fallen Angel, but she isn’t one of Lucifer’s elite.”

Ty, the resident vampire, stepped closer and leaned over to look at the scars marring the female’s back. Unlike others of her kind, this fallen didn’t have thick raised ridges with numerous branches shooting from the main line along her shoulder blades.

Hers were a single crescent on each shoulder. Pale pink and raised less than half an inch from her skin. When she fell, she was protected from the worst of the ravenous demons. If Dante wasn’t mistaken, her appendages weren’t torn from her body.

Ty straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you know she isn’t here to try again? They almost managed to get Lucifer to this realm in New Orleans.”

Dante rubbed the back of his neck. His body ached and his shaft jerked in his pants, reminding him he needed to feed. Whoever this fallen Angel was, she’d woken his libido and it refused to go dormant again. Perhaps he could follow through this time and fuck a willing female or two. It had been so long he’d forgotten what it felt like to operate with peak energy.

Dante looked from one Dark Warrior to the other. “She doesn’t have enough power. Put aside your preconceptions and let your senses fill in the blanks. You’ll know precisely why I say she isn’t an archdemon.”

All four of the warriors lowered their heads. Axel, the feline shifter, flared his nostrils and his head tilted to one side. Ty’s eyes closed and Dante noticed the fang showed through his parted