Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,72

her.”

Jace gestured to the parlor on the left where Dante had first taken Chloe after he rescued her from the subway tunnels. “Put her down there.”

Dante reached the sofa in three strides and set her down on the blanket that was laid across the leather. He fell to his knees and held one of her hands. His heart felt like a vice had closed around it and their bond flickered in his chest.

He couldn’t lose her now. Not when he just found her. Dante was on the balls of his feet when warmth radiated from Jace’s hands. Chloe was pale, bruised and barely breathing. Within seconds some color returned to her face and her facial features relaxed their grimace.

“She’s going to be fine,” Jace assured him. “Tell me you got the fucker that did this to her.”

Zander stood behind the sofa table with his arms crossed over his face. He relied to Jace before Dante could think about anything except the fact that his mate was going to live. “No’ yet. Arsehole was gone before we got there.”

Jace’s mouth pursed and his eyes turned black with his anger. “Then get out there and kill him before he finds other supes to torment. I’ve got Chloe.”

Dante pressed his lips to Chloe’s gently then got to his feet. “I’ll go because she will feel safer knowing he’s dead. I expect you to call me the second she wakes up.”

Jace nodded and continued working while Dante marched toward the door. He was on the street with his phone in hand when fabric hit his face and bounced off. Glancing up, he narrowed his eyes at Izzy.

“What was that for?” To his surprise the Princess merely stared at him with one eyebrow raised. She was her parent‘s daughter alright. Not many could hold their own in the face of the anger that was flowing from every pore.

She pointed at his chest. “You’re covered in blood. Humans will react and I’d rather not spend time erasing memories when we have an archdemon to confront.”

Dante sighed and tugged his shirt over his head then tossed it on the stoop of Jessup House. By the time he had the new one on, Zander and Izzy were halfway down the street.

The second he caught up to them they took off running. It didn’t take long for him to follow suit. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he retrieved it as they went. “They’ve got the demon in the basement.”

“I see that. This arsehole will pay for harming one of ours.” Dante’s chest warmed at the fact that Zander had already welcomed Chloe and was ready to seek vengeance on her behalf.

That’s what you did for Fated Mates. Even when they weren’t your own. Dante had been involved countless times in missions to protect the other’s mates. After the Tehrex Realm suffered through the mating curse for seven centuries, they knew how precious the gift of one was.

They were back at the building and descending the stairs ten minutes later. Dante’s blood danced in his veins at the same time his vision almost zeroed in on the Daeva demon bound to the table.

One corner of the demon’s mouth lifted in a sort of smile. “What’s this? More have arrived for the party?”

Dante chuckled. It was a dark sound full of menace more than it was a laugh. “I’m here to make sure you cease to exist for laying a hand on my mate. You fucked with the wrong angel.”

With that promise, Dante yanked two of the four blades piercing the demon’s body. They were keeping him from teleporting away. His hands slashed out and sliced through the handsome features then moved lower and cut his chest.

The image of Chloe lying on this very table bleeding out flashed in his mind and he yelled as he cut and punched with the knives clutched in his fists. He was consumed by the need to eliminate this piece of shit. Blood, flesh and organs flew around his head.

Arms banded around his middle, stopping his next strikes. “Enough. We canna send him back to the Underworld. He is an archdemon, so Izzy can make sure he ceases to exist.”

Dante’s chest was heaving as he stared down at the mess he’d made. The demon was in pieces. Gasping for breath with his black heart exposed. There was nothing recognizable about the being in front of him.

He bobbed his head up and down. And took a step back. The warriors surrounded him along with