lost his female, how he’d embraced the darkness, the demon inside him, instead of living with the pain. But right now, Rocco wasn’t the only one fighting the darkness inside him, trying to pull him under. Fuck, at least Roc had a glimmer of hope. Gunner’s had all dried up.
They waited, watched, used their senses to search the other houses on the street in case the female they were searching for was somewhere there. The dull thump of their boots on the packed soil when they finally landed broke the intense silence.
“Where are you, love?” he muttered.
Love?
Where the fuck had that come from? Guilt shot through his chest even thinking of using the endearment with another female. It should be reserved for his mate and her alone.
But he could admit to himself that he’d thought about the curvy little goth demi more than once. Her pale face and unusual violet eyes. The terror he’d seen in them when he’d pinned her by the throat to the car seat flashed through his mind more often than he’d like.
They were still trying to pick up any sign of her, to sense her, when Chaos arrived, followed by Zenon and Lazarus.
“Anything?” Chaos asked as his gaze slid to Roc. He didn’t approach, though, or try to get their brother to talk. He’d learned by now that Roc could only handle one thing at a time and keep his control. Having all his brothers coming at him at once would send him running.
Gunner planted his hands on his hips. “Nothing, no sign of her or anything else.”
On full alert, they scanned the area.
Zen’s phone buzzed, loud in the silence. He pulled it out of his pocket and sighed when he checked the screen.
“Lucifer?” Laz asked.
Zen muttered a curse.
“What is it this time?” Chaos asked as he searched the shadows. “Another picture of his cat? Or more about his truly disturbing sex life?”
Lucifer liked to send pics of his cat, memes he thought were amusing, and occasionally shared tales of his sexploits, much to Zenon’s horror. The former king of Hell was determined to build a relationship with his grandson. Yes, it was a fucking odd way to go about it, but then this was Lucifer. Unsurprisingly, Zenon wasn’t that excited about any of it.
And after what happened with Tobias, the way Lucifer had used him to send the beast back to Hell, none of them were the guy's biggest fan.
Zen rubbed his temples. “He’s going on a…Christ, a blind date.” He held up his phone. Two pictures of Lucifer were side by side on the screen, one of him in a tee and jeans, the other in a dark suit, “this or that” typed along the bottom. In both, he was doing that duck-lips thing.
Zenon shoved the phone back in his pocket. It buzzed again, then again…and again. Zen growled. “Ignore it.”
They split up, walking over the empty lot, each of them reaching out with their senses and got the same as Gunner. Not one damn thing.
Finally, they had no choice but to give up and head to the city for their normal patrol.
But for some reason, the farther away Gunner got from that empty lot, the stronger the sense of…wrongness gripping him low in the gut became.
Why couldn’t she die?
Pain was all Luna knew anymore. She thought she’d suffered before, but this was a whole new level. She was too weak to move, to speak, to breathe.
She’d stopped breathing a while ago, she didn’t know how long, but it was more than a day…possibly a lot longer. She guessed breathing wasn’t necessary for her kind.
Her eyes couldn’t open anymore, so dry from the lack of any type of fluids that her lids were now stuck to her eyeballs.
And still, she lived.
If she was strong enough, she’d take off her own head. That’s how the knights killed demons, removing their heads. But seeing as she couldn’t move at all, or had any type of weapon, that, unfortunately, wasn’t an option.
Gunner’s pretty, pale amber eyes filtered through her confused and sluggish mind. He had lovely lips as well. She’d never been kissed before. What would those soft yet firm lips feel like against hers?
What would it be like to be kissed by someone like Gunner?
She’d thought about it before. A lot.
Thinking about him had always made her even hungrier. And imagining feeding from him hadn’t make her want to throw up, it had made her heart race.
Seeing as it wasn’t beating anymore, that didn’t happen