Dark and Deadly - Lynn Hagen Page 0,32

nail to shut him up.

“How he—” Macaw’s words were cut off when Ryan ran at him, his claws extended, trying to plunge his hand into the demon’s chest so he could rip out his heart.

Ash had been hurt because of this. He’d been knocked silly, his brain rattled, all because Macaw was…because he was pissed that Ryan had cut out before the deal had been done.

“Ryan!”

Ash’s deep commanding voice wasn’t enough to stop Ryan’s rage, to stop Ryan from trying to end Macaw. But Macaw was a huge son of a bitch, and he knocked Ryan clear across the room. Ryan hit the wall so hard that pain exploded in his head. He crumpled to the floor, pressing his palms against his temple.

Words were garbled. People had become shadows. The room rocked heavily from one side to the other. It felt as if his eardrums had been busted, and something wet was trickling down his hand.

Ryan tried to get up, tried to get back to his mates, because Macaw would torture them just for fun. But he couldn’t because he was unable to get to his feet.

Something moved past him. A hand brushed his back. Ryan looked up, and all he saw were glowing eyes. Macaw? Phoenyx? Ryan worked his jaw from side to side, pressed his hands against his ears, tried to make himself focus, but nothing worked.

Everything was shadows and movement and indistinguishable voices, which were growing louder by the second. A roar. A wave crashing into the shore.

A hand on his arm. Words that he couldn’t make out.

Ryan collapsed onto his back, hitting his head against the floor. The pain was real, deafening in his ears, pulsing at every angle of his head.

Then everything fell blissfully silent.

Chapter Ten

“He’s bleeding from his ears.” Warren crouched down in front of Ryan to protect him while Ash and some guy who’d shown up in his living room fought the demon. It was a battle that was wrecking Warren’s living room, but he didn’t care. He just wanted Ryan to wake up.

“Come on.” Warren shook him, but Ryan didn’t stir. That worried the hell out of Warren. Ryan had flown across the room and had hit the wall so hard that there was a huge hole left behind.

And now he was bleeding. Warren wasn’t sure what to do, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Dr. Bjord.

“Dr. Bjord speaking,” he said when he answered.

“This is Warren Prickett. I need you at my house right away. Ryan was hurt, and he’s bleeding out of his ears. There’s some demon in my living room that Ash is fighting with some stranger who appeared out of a corner. I’m worried about Ryan. He’s not moving, and I don’t have a way to get him to you.”

“Let me have a look.”

Warren screamed when the doctor suddenly appeared beside him. He crouched down as his assistant rushed over to the fight and…Warren’s jaw dropped. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing.

The assistant had tackled the demon, and then a bright light filled the room, nearly blinding Warren. The crazy part was the fact that Dr. Bjord didn’t bat an eye. He was busy flashing a small light into Ryan’s eyes.

“What the hell,” Warren whispered.

When the light faded, the demon was gone.

“I assume you wanted him in Hell,” the assistant said. “Because that’s where I sent him.”

“Where were you half an hour ago?” Ash griped. “The son of a bitch cut me deep.”

The assistant looked Ash over. “You’ll live. Stop crying like a baby.”

Ash snarled. The redheaded newcomer laughed. “Thanks for the save, brother.”

Warren looked at the doctor. “What just happened?”

Dr. Bjord spared Warren a glance. “My angel mate just sent a demon to Hell.”

“Oh.” Warren’s brain nearly short-circuited. Angel? Demons? Vampires? Shifters? Was there other creatures he was missing? Did he want to know if others existed? Was the world spinning in the opposite direction?

“Take a deep breath,” Dr. Bjord said without looking at Warren. He was too busy examining Ryan. “It’s a lot to take in, but trust me, after a while you won’t even blink at new revelations. It’ll become your standard norm.”

Warren wished he could believe it. He was tired of the craziness and wanted something resembling normalcy in his life. As normal as things could be with a vampire and wolf and a baby on the way.

“He’s going to need to feed to heal his head trauma,” Dr. Bjord said. “I can’t