You're about to slaughter a sleeping man.
She hesitated at the thought. All the other Daimons had attacked her, but this one . . .
He was sleeping at home.
Aimee hesitated as that thought washed over her. How could she possibly do this?
He's killed hundreds of people to live. He's not innocent by any means.
He'd attacked Fang when Fang had been tied down and helpless. Powerless. But all of that paled in the face of her conscience. This was murder. Not self-defense. Not justice.
Murder.
She gripped the stake in her hand. It's too late to chicken out now. Go and finish it.
How could she?
Stepping back, she bumped into a chair that made the slightest whispered scrape on the floor. Her heart sank.
Still there was no sound.
Thank the gods she hadn't awakened anyone.
Aimee turned only to find the Daimon there behind her. His eyes were dark and greedy as he raked a delighted glance over her body.
"Well, well, what a tasty little morsel you are. While I didn't order delivery, far be it from me to turn down such a thoughtful gift."
Aimee kneed him hard in the groin. As he doubled over, she went to stab him in the back, but out of nowhere a female Daimon grabbed her and slammed her against the wall.
Dazed, she turned to fight only to have three more Daimons pop in. "What was this? An orgy?"
They attacked.
Aimee ducked the first one, and headed for the most important. Cadmon. The one who held Fang's soul. He was the main one she had to kill. The others were simply target practice.
The female kicked her hard to the ground. Aimee flipped the Daimon over her body, then rolled to her feet. One of the men jerked her around. She slugged him hard across the face, her hand throbbing in protest.
Turning, she honed in on her target and slammed her fist into his chest.
It worked. The stake went in and he burst into golden dust.
But no sooner had he gone down than the others swarmed her. Aimee screamed as the female sank her fangs into her arm. . . .
Fang staggered back as he felt the last piece of himself come home to his body. For the first time in months, he took a true deep breath.
Thorn smiled wickedly. "Welcome back, wolf."
But he wasn't back yet and neither was Aimee. He was still trapped in this nether hell. "Can I go to her?"
Thorn grimaced. "That's a little tricky. It breaks quite a few treaties to send you into a realm we don't technically control."
Fang panicked as he watched the scene on the wall. Aimee was losing.
Badly.
"They're going to kill her, Thorn." Then Fang did the one thing he'd never done in his entire life. He begged. "Please."
Thorn held a hand out toward the wall where the images were displayed. "The doorway's open. Better run for it."