"Did they say anything?"
Erik looked sick as he held Tabitha close. " 'I'll swallow your soul.' "
Kyrian stared at him for a heartbeat, then clenched his teeth at their warped sense of humor. "Daimons watch way too many B movies."
Tabitha reached out and touched Kyrian's hand. "Thank you."
He nodded. "I return the gratitude."
"Man, Kyrian," Eric breathed. "You were right about them. I've never seen Daimons move like that before. I should have listened to your warning."
Frowning, Tabitha looked between them. "You two know each other?"
"My father used to work for Kyrian's friend Talon." Eric met Kyrian's gaze. "I've known Kyrian all my life, Tabby. Believe me, he's one of the good guys."
Before she could say anything else, the ambulance arrived.
Kyrian waited until they were both inside and under medical care before he called Amanda to tell her the news.
She didn't answer her cell phone.
He called her mother, her sister, and his house. No one answered.
His stomach knotting with fear, he headed for his car. Maybe Amanda was still at his house waiting for him.
Or maybe Desiderius has her ...
He imagined her being attacked like Tabitha. Saw her bloody and dead like Tabitha's friends. The terror and pain of the thought wracked him.
Amanda had to be all right. He couldn't live if anything happened to her.
Like a demon possessed, he drove home as fast as his Lamborghini would go.
His body shaking in fear for her welfare, he rushed through the garage and into the dark house, listening.
Please, gods, anything. Just don't let her be harmed.
He heard Amanda upstairs, humming her Grieg tune in his bedroom. Relief and gratitude rocked him so hard, he almost staggered. He had to see her to make sure she was fine and healthy. Taking a deep breath in relief, Kyrian sprinted up the stairs and opened the door.
He froze.
Amanda had lit the candles on his wall sconces. She wore the skimpiest, sheerest white nightgown he had ever seen in his life. Her long legs were encased in stockings and a lacy white garter belt. With her back to him, she was leaning over the bed, scenting his sheets with the rose oil she rubbed onto her skin after her bath.
The candlelight displayed the outline of her creamy body to perfection.
His entire body burned at the sight of her. Overwhelmed by his emotions, he went to the bed and pressed himself against her back. He held her tight in his arms, leaning his head against hers as he shook with relief.
Amanda was alive and unharmed.
She moaned in pleasure. The sound reverberated through him, heightening his desire even more.
"Touch me, Kyrian," she breathed, taking his hands from her waist and leading them to her breasts. "I need to feel you tonight."
He needed it, too. After being so terrified that she was lost to him, he needed to feel her in a way that made his mind whirl.
Growling at the feel of her hardened, gauze-covered nipples in his palm, he dropped his head to taste the scented flesh of her neck.
She turned in his arms, reached up and removed his sunglasses from his face, then she claimed his lips with hers.