A Crown Of Shadows And Secrets - Sloane Murphy Page 0,69

and slide between his legs, lashing out quickly, slicing at his inner thighs and his Achilles.

He roars as he goes down, and the cage shudders under the weight of the crash. I jump up and take advantage of his distraction, without even thinking I put my hands on either side of his head and twist quickly, the snap of his neck reverberating up my arms. I let go and watch him drop to the floor, but this isn't the end of it, a quick glance at Luna reveals her displeasure at my second success, at my lack of injury.

I guess when you send a prisoner into a fight, that's your own stupid fucking mistake.

I lift my blades and hack at his neck, cutting through flesh and bone as quickly as I can so it doesn't just heal. I separate his head from his body and snarl at Luna.

How dare she make me do something so heinous.

“Is that all you’ve got!” I shout, my chest heaving.

I seethe at the smiling bitch, and she just waves her hand as she narrows her eyes, glaring at me. “Maybe you should wait and see how you fare against Devon before you get too cocky.”

“I'm not cocky, just confident. That’s two of them free now, Luna. Don't expect to keep smiling for long.”

I bounce on the balls of my feet, my body filled with tension as a dark power thrums throughout the room. It prickles against my skin and I eye Luna, who looks unaffected. I scan the room when I see the source of the power coming towards me.

I guess that's Devon.

What is she a fucking Amazonian?

Holy shit.

She's so tall, taller than any of my guys, and she is ripped. I might actually be in trouble. I don't know what sort of Demon she is, but whatever she is, she feels ancient, like that seed of power I felt inside myself earlier, and I gulp, thankful for putting the restriction on the fight of no magic.

Armor cuffs cover her forearms, and her chest piece is made of the same glinting black material. Her fingers are cuffed in it too, each piece ending in a sharpened black claw.

I roll my shoulders and wipe my blade clean on the Lycans t-shirt, using it to wipe the slick from my hands too before he's carted off and the dark-haired woman reaches the cage. Once she clears the shadows and I see her face, sharp lines enhanced by her dark hair pulled back from her face, her dark eyes look over me, trying to assess me. She's freaking beautiful, and something about her calls to me. To that power inside of me. I kind of hope she doesn't make me kill her.

But I will, if that's what it takes.

I move to the far side of the cage, and she nods at me before the gate slams shut and the electric hum starts up again. She snarls, the only warning I get before she's on me and I feel her fist as it connects with my jaw.

Mother fucker that hurt.

I stumble back slightly, giving myself a second to dodge her next swing, ducking just fast enough, but I feel the air shift as she only just misses me. I jump down and kick out at her knee, grimacing at the crack that echoes through the air. She barely grunts as I roll away, I turn and stand just in time to see her push her bones back into place from where I'd dislocated her knee. A shiver runs down my spine, as I hope the warrior I used to be is going to be enough. That her bloodlust and rage is enough to stoke the fire needed to take Devon down.

I take a deep breath and dive into the pit inside of me, losing myself in the darkness, and then, just like at the compound, it’s like I'm watching from a distance, letting an echo of myself take over my body, moving with lethal precision. I watch on as I throw blade after blade as the woman runs at me, each blade hitting its target, but barely slowing her down.

There’s a shimmer around the cage, and the woman splits herself into two in less than a heartbeat, and then two of her are running at me, murderous rage in their eyes.

What the actual fuck!

This had better count as two opponents.

I feel myself being sucked back into my body, aware that I'm not completely in control of myself, and cold