her way to the sword. “How did you know we were coming?” she asked, drawing his attention.
“You thought your little stunt to track us would work?” he tsked her and shook his head in disappointment. “You should have known better than that, Shae. Once I discovered what you were going to do, I made sure the way was clear. It was positively orgasmic to have you so deep in my mind,” he purred.
She choked on bile and glared at the vile creature. Only something of pure evil would be aroused by the suffering and control of another. “So, Kadir let you come here and take the fall for him? How gallant of him.”
“Oh, no, he wouldn’t have missed this. You are his favorite, Shae, so blood-thirsty.” She didn’t bother giving him the pleasure of getting riled over the obvious provocation.
She’d made her way to the weapon, but now she needed to perfectly time her retrieval. Azazel may be injured, but that didn’t mean he was helpless. For all she knew, he was faking the severity to lull her into complacency.
“I don’t see him coming to your aid. You do realize he will throw you to Lucifer at the first opportunity,” she said, swooping down in a rapid move and bounced on the balls of her feet, emboldened by her small victory.
Tossing the sword from hand to hand, she walked towards Azazel. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I just wish I could make you suffer the way you made me suffer. Sadly, I’ll have to settle for killing you.”
“You aren’t strong enough to take out the likes of me.” She clutched her head when he blasted into her mind and tried to command her to turn her weapon on Zander. Fuck that, she was done being messed with.
Dropping her hand, she gripped the sword and swung in a wide arch. The metal whistled through the air and sliced clean through skin, muscle and bone. Azazel’s shocked face rolled from his body and his headless form collapsed seconds later. “Looks like you were wrong. Just sayin’,” she growled in satisfaction.
*****
Gerrick pulled the fury demon close, careful to keep a lid on his anger. The last thing any of them wanted to do was feed the furies. He wrapped his arm around its neck and glanced around frantically for Shae. They’d been separated as soon as they’d entered the house.
Teeth sank into his forearm and he twisted, breaking vertebrae until he felt the fury go limp. It wasn’t dead yet and Gerrick kept twisting until the head popped off like a grape. Tossing it away, he searched for Shae.
Zander was facing of a pus demon and a hellhound and Kyran was helping Mack with a half dozen skirm, but Shae wasn’t with them. Suddenly, he saw Shae go flying toward the window. He pushed his way through the crowd, keeping his eyes trained on her as she approached Azazel. He howled when she stopped suddenly and clutched her head. The bastard was trying to control her. A skirm stepped into his path and he ashed him without a thought. He made it to Shae just as she relieved Azazel of his head.
He watched as she stared down at one of her personal demons. “Shae,” he called out, yanking her into an embrace.
“Duck,” she snapped and he didn’t hesitate to follow her command. Burning liquid landed on the back of his neck and Gerrick knew she’d killed whatever snuck up on him.
“Stay close this time.” He didn’t have time to wait for her answer as he engaged a hellhound that was slavering for them. Strong jaws clamped around his leg. He stabbed his sgian dubh into the animal’s skull repeatedly until it went limp and Shae used her Claymore to cleave the skull.
They fought back to back and took out demon after demon, but more kept coming, making Gerrick wonder if there was an open portal to the hell realm with how many there were.
“It was a trap,” Shae explained as if she’d heard his thoughts. “The trap backfired on the asshole though, didn’t it?”
Gerrick chuckled at the pride in her tone. “He should know better than to fuck with my female. She’s ferocious and sexy as hell.”
By that point, the floor was slick with blood and it was becoming difficult to fight. The yellow walls were splattered with black and red and he wondered how his fellow warriors were faring.
Fatigued, his arm was shaking as he lifted his hand to take