Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,88

cover up all that perfection.”

He stifled the blush that wanted to climb his cheeks by jerking his chin towards her bare curves. “I’d say the same about you, but I’m damned if I want you parading around like that in front of anyone but me.”

Her smile turned wicked. Teasing. “Someone sounds a little possessive.”

“A little?” He shook his head at that. “Try a lot. I’m doing my best not to lock you in this room to keep you away from my brothers and…”

He trailed off, the words he had been about to say echoing around his mind.

And any other male.

“Daimon,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “Let’s not. Not right now.”

Because he wanted to keep living in this dream, fooling himself for as long as he could.

He pulled his top on and followed it with a pair of black jeans, found some socks and then hunted for his boots, leaving Cass in the bedroom.

Needing a moment to breathe.

Daimon stopped in front of his boots where he had discarded them near the couch, stared at them as he tried to piece himself back together, rebuilding the illusion that everything was going to go the way he wanted it to.

Things never did.

He tugged his socks on and jammed his feet into his boots, had just finished lacing them when Cass emerged, her sinful curves clad in black leather trousers and her corset.

The look on her face said they were going to have to talk about things eventually.

Eventually was a damned long way off as far as he was concerned.

He was going to fight for her and he was going to win.

He crossed the room, his boots loud on the pale marble floor, and took hold of her hand.

Stepped with her to Karavostasis, to the small walled garden that hugged her island home.

Power immediately pressed down on him from all directions, had his gaze whipping to the terrace of the white building.

To the five women who stood there, all dressed in black.

Witches.

Cass tensed, her fingers clenching his so tightly it hurt, and her fear washed over him.

Daimon stared down the five witches.

It seemed he was going to be fighting for Cass much sooner than he had anticipated.

Because he was damned if they were going to take her from him.

Chapter 24

Daimon guided Cass behind him and faced the witches. One with sleek golden hair stepped down from the terrace and moved towards him, the other four following her.

“What is the meaning of this?” The blonde sorceress looked from him to Cass as she emerged from behind him.

“I’m helping this god and his brothers with an important mission.” Cass’s voice hitched, wobbled a little as she tilted her chin up and he wanted to check on her but kept his eyes on the witches.

She was afraid of these women.

He could sense it in her as she braved a step forwards, drawing level with him.

“Cassandra, we have given you time. More than enough. We have accepted your delays… your excuses.”

“They weren’t excuses. I have important—” Cass slammed her mouth shut as the blonde cast her a withering look, silver-violet flecks sparking like lightning in her dark eyes.

“You will come with us. You will return to your family and fulfil your duty. No more delays.”

Over his dead body.

He had only just found Cass and he wasn’t going to lose her. He wasn’t going to let these witches take her from him when she clearly didn’t want to go with them. While he had been trying to fool himself into believing she didn’t want to give herself to another male, to bear his child, he felt sure of it now.

He focused, silently mustering his strength, calling forth his power, stoking it so it was ready for him to unleash it at a moment’s notice.

The lead witch’s dark eyes slid to him. “It dares to threaten us?”

Damn. She had sensed the rising power within him.

Nothing else for it then.

He shrugged and ice shot up from the earth beneath her. His grin faded before it could fully manifest as she disappeared, gone in the blink of an eye, together with the other witches.

Had they teleported away?

Had he won?

That was easy.

He almost grinned.

“Daimon.” Cass lunged for him, panic lacing her voice.

Before she could reach him, one of two brunette witches appeared between them and shoved her back while launching an orb of twisting blue and violet light at him.

Daimon stepped and reappeared on the flat roof of the small white house, exhaled hard when the spell tore up the garden, leaving a