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his bedroom when he felt someone behind him. Suspecting it was Donnchadh, Getty smiled and turned.

It wasn’t his warrior.

Getty had no clue who the guy was, but suddenly all the joy inside him was zapped away and he wanted to ball his eyes out.

“Thought you’d never get home.” The man grabbed Getty’s arm and yanked him forward. “I’m going to take great pleasure in killing you in front of the demon warrior.”

Two more men walked from the kitchen to join the stranger. They looked like straight-up thugs.

The sound of Getty’s heartbeat thrashed in his ears as he became lightheaded. “Donnchadh!”

Getty struggled to get the stranger’s hand off him as Donnchadh rushed the house. He looked at the men then started battling the two newcomers.

Donnchadh threw his head back and shouted, “Hondo!”

Getty kicked at the stranger’s leg, tried to knee him in the nuts, and twisted around as if his life depended on it.

And it did.

One of the guys from the bar came barreling down the hallway. He’d been with Donnchadh when they’d come to save Getty from Rocco.

He yanked Getty back, ripping Getty’s shirt to get him away from the stranger. Getty landed on his ass as Hondo fought the one who’d grabbed Getty.

This was insane. What if it had been Richard and Bimbo who’d come through the door instead of him?

His thoughts scattered when he saw balls of fire erupt in Hondo’s hands. Getty knew the demon warriors had powers, but fuck, Hondo could set the house on fire.

Why did Getty care? That was the least of his worries right now. Getty looked to where Donnchadh was and saw his warrior with two sharp blades. Where the fuck had those come from? He wielded them with expertise, stabbing one guy in the head.

The guy exploded into dust.

Hellhounds.

Getty’s knees became weak. They were fighting hellhounds. The same creature who had attacked Getty that night.

Getty dodged around Hondo and the other guy and went for a fireplace poker. If one of them came after him, at least he’d have a weapon.

But before he could get to it, someone grabbed him from behind. Getty shouted and struggled to get free as he was dragged from the house.

Chapter Ten

Getty groaned as he opened his eyes. He wasn’t sure at what point he’d passed out, but he wished he’d stayed unconscious. He was in some sort of cage that he could barely move around in.

“The human’s awake,” someone said.

That same feeling of zero happiness in his life was there, strong, beating against his chest like a disease. He had no idea where he was, if Donnchadh would come rescue him, or if he’d even make it out of there alive.

As he looked around, Getty noted the sharp smell of stagnant water, saw tons of stacked crates, and rusted machinery that looked long forgotten.

A guy in a suit, polished shoes, and a stylish haircut walked over, his footsteps echoing as he approached and hunkered down in front of Getty’s cage. “I’m Ari Gray.”

Getty slammed his hand against the steel bars. “Let me out of here!”

Anger rolled hard and deep inside him. Getty wanted to slug Ari for taking him away from Donnchadh. He wanted to kill the two men in the room who smirked at him.

But most of all, he just wanted Donnchadh. Had his warrior beaten the guy he was fighting? Would he even know where to look for him? He had to, because he’d found Getty in that bar.

“You’re just bait,” Ari said. “I see now gathering all the warriors into one place was a mistake, and I always learn from my mistakes. Now I’ll lure them to me one by one.”

Getty turned away from Ari, refusing to look at him. He curled his arms around his bent knees. The guy had said he was bait. Did that mean they weren’t going to kill him? But that also meant Donnchadh would be walking into a trap.

Ari made Getty jump when the guy slammed his fist on top of the cage. “Call him.”

Of course Getty was terrified. The two men looked like thugs, and Ari’s eyes were flat and emotionless. People like him had no qualms about hurting innocent men and women. He probably derived joy from it.

Getty tucked his head into his arms, refusing to call Donnchadh to him.

To his death.

“I see you need some persuading.” Ari opened the cage door, and as hard as Getty fought not to be grabbed, the guy slid him free and threw him at the two thugs.

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