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more trouble than you’re worth, little girl,” he hissed.
“And we’ll bury the secret of killing the possible Lost One,” the green-horned demon echoed, totally onboard. I figured he hated me for stabbing him.
Three demons closed ranks, no longer worried that they might severely injury me.
The chainsaw cut into my back below my shoulder blade.
Screaming, I tore myself away from the jagged metal, sidestepped, booted the captain, and wheeled toward the red-horned demon.
The gruesome chainsaw dripped with my blood.
With a furious roar and a burst of strength, I tossed my spear toward the red-horned demon’s throat. I aimed true, and it pierced the demon’s neck.
He widened his eyes in disbelief before he dropped in a heap, his chainsaw flying from his hands. His red horns scratched the ground with a coarse scrape.
Before I could snatch his chainsaw or yank out the spear from his throat, the other demons charged.
Things didn’t look too hot for me.
Harsh, urgent flapping sounds beat into the wind. A vast shadow flitted over us, blotting out the sky.
Goddamnit! More demons were coming.
I dared not look up as I trained all my attention on the gang that was now determined to cut me to pieces.
I would jump on the wounded, green-horned demon next.
“A demigod!” shrieked the gray-eyed demon.
Had Axel or Zak tracked me down?
A sliver of hope rose in me. It would suck to return to the Academy, but it was better than going to Hell.
“We grab her and shift to our domain,” the demon captain barked. “One, two....”
They slammed into me.
I roared in dread, shoving them off.
As a claw sank into my skin, latching onto my arm, a wave of black wind and light tore the demons from me.
A demon’s razor-sharp claw slid through my hair and then dropped to the ground, cleaved from its hand by a long black blade.
A pair of mighty obsidian wings flung demons away from me.
A formidable, gorgeous warrior with the face of an angel descended from the sky above and planted himself in front of me, his sapphire eyes burning with dark, heavenly fire.
CHAPTER 14
Demigod of Death
She stood there, my lamb, the girl from my dreams.
Her lush, lavender hair flew wildly in the electric wind, her full pink lips pulled back in a snarl, and her green eyes that made the rest of the world seem pale burned with unquenchable fire.
Her touch had created a firestorm in my blood.
She was the first woman who had touched me and lived, even in my dreams.
My heart, which had never beaten for anyone, pounded in my chest. For her, my blood heated in my ancient, icy veins, just as it had in my dreams.
I saw only her, nothing and no one else, until her roar brought me out of my trance.
I now noticed the rest of the scene.
Four demons surrounded her in the demolished street, closing in to maim and capture her.
Instead of cowering, my brave lamb waved a spear, like a warrior made of fire. She poured her rage out as she thrust the spearhead toward her foes.
Acid fire twisted my innards as I noted her own blood covering her academy uniform.
She’d been beaten and tortured.
Wrath filled my being.
Her enemies would pay. I’d tear them apart for what they did to my lamb.
My black wings summoned the wind.
She was mine to protect and then to claim, possess, and keep forever.
I’d been haunting Manhattan, the beast’s belly, in search of the coveted weapon a prophecy said would appear at these coordinates.
A weapon called the living flame would tilt the scales of the war between Hell and Heaven. I wouldn’t allow such a weapon to fall into Lucifer’s hands.
So far I hadn’t found the weapons—not even a trace of it. But now I’d found the treasure of my heart.
I’d found my mate.
With black wind on my ebony wings and a fiery black longsword in my grip, I tore into the horde of the demons to shield my lamb.
I was the Demigod of Death, and I would never allow death to touch her.
CHAPTER 15
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My dream lover had flown out of my dream and materialized in front of me.
I gazed up at him, my eyes wild with shock and raw need.
The wind he’d brought down to Earth tousled his rich brown hair, framing his stunningly beautiful and masculine face. His strong figure could’ve been carved right out of pure, hard ice, and his spirit shone like a deadly flame tracing dangerously beneath the glacier.
His firm, curvy lips were just like I’d remembered—kissable.
His sapphire eyes, brimming with concern,