Page 23 of Knight’s Salvation

Chaos stepped in front of the big male. “Diemos is many things, but uninformed isn’t one of them. He’ll know you and Eve are mated, that she’s useless to him now. He has no reason to come for your female, not anymore. Still, for now at least, I think we should keep the females confined to the compound. They’re not to leave unless they’re with one of us.”

Tension radiated from Lazarus. He’d nearly lost Eve not so long ago and it had affected the male in ways even his mate wasn’t aware of.

“Agreed. We also need to be extra vigilant with any new demi coming into their powers. No delays getting to them and getting them in,” Gunner added with a fierceness Chaos didn’t understand. His lip curled, and the scar through the top one twisted his mouth, making him look downright evil. None of them wanted to see any of their demi hurt or taken—they were always top priority—but Gunner had become almost single-minded in this.

But Gunner hadn’t been himself since the nightmare with Tobias either. He’d been so out of control, so close to being lost to his demon as well that he’d asked his brothers to lock him down here in one of the cells. He hadn’t been the same since he came back out.

Laz ran a hand through his hair. “The demon has to be a scout.”

Gunner nodded. “Checking if any of our demi are hellsgate?”

During the solstice and equinox—the only times the link between realms thinned enough for the gateways to open—Diemos sent as many demons through the portals as he could. He wanted an army waiting for him here on Earth, positive the day would come when Earth would be his as well. But the only way for him to gain unlimited access to the portals was to possess a hellsgate demi. They were rare, and they had no idea how many were out there waiting to gain their powers. But the knights would do whatever it took to stop Diemos from taking one back to Hell.

Zenon growled, rage and hatred oozing from every pore, and before Chaos could do a damn thing to stop him, Zenon strode to the steel door and kicked it clean off its hinges.

“Fuck.” Chaos went in after him.

Zenon had straddled the flailing demon, pinned him to the ground by his throat, and it looked as though he had every intention of squeezing the life out of him.

“You know, Zen, you could have just used the fucking door handle,” Rocco said behind them.

Kryos approached Zenon from the side but didn’t touch him. They all knew better than to do that. “Zen, man. Let him go. We need to question him. We can’t do that if you crush his windpipe.”

Instead of letting him go, Zenon went nose to nose with the guy. His demon had joined the party, and his voice when he spoke had taken on a malevolence Chaos had never heard before. And that was saying a fuck of a lot seeing how unstable he could be at the best of times. “I’m going to send you back to Hell, and not the easy way. When you get there, you tell Diemos he can’t have her.” Zenon lifted the demon off the floor, using his throat as a handle, and slammed him into the unforgiving concrete. “Do you hear me?”

Rocco shook his head. “I doubt it. It’s kind of hard to hear when blood’s leaking from your ears.”

“Back the fuck up, Zenon,” Chaos growled.

Thud!

“Stand down,” he roared.

Thud!

The demon’s head would be mush if he didn’t do something. Chaos moved in and Rocco and Gunner moved with him. Zenon didn’t like anyone in his space, unless they were sparring and he was doing his damnedest to take them down. This could go tits up if he went full-on demon massacre on them. “Now.”

All three jumped him, tearing Zenon off the now unconscious demon. Chaos shoved his arm into the other male’s throat and pushed. Fuck. Nothing happened. He didn’t even take a step back; the guy was rock solid. “Zenon, pull your shit together now.” Chaos got in Zenon’s face, knew he was pushing it with this particular knight, but didn’t give a fuck. They needed information and if the demon died they were screwed. But Zenon was focused on the demon’s unconscious body, fangs extended like he wanted nothing more than to rip the little fucker’s throat out. “I can’t deal with your shit. Get the fuck out of my interrogation room.”

Zenon’s eyes shifted to him and Chaos shoved again. “Get the fuck gone.”

With one last look at the demon, Zenon stormed from the room.

Zenon got out of there.Kept going and didn’t look back. He was losing his goddamned mind.

If he thought about that demon getting anywhere near Mia, he’d turn around and rip the bastard’s throat out. Adrenaline throbbed through his veins, making him twitch. He needed some kind of release but his options were limited. He couldn’t fuck. His only option was to fight.

The gym wouldn’t cut it. And he didn’t want to risk running into Mia again. If he saw her now, he’d do or say shit he could never take back, and that female needed to stay as far from him as she could manage.

So he headed for his room to weapon up. The doors slid open and he strode down the hall, but as he rounded the corner to his apartment he was forced to slam on the brakes.

Sitting on the floor, her back pressed against his door, was Mia, the last person he needed to see right then. Mia glanced up, spotting him before he could turn and walk the other way.

Zenon’s heart picked up speed, pounded behind his ribs, and his demon stirred in a restless, unfamiliar way. She’d showered and changed, her long red hair loose and damp, curling at the ends. She wore jeans and a fitted pink T-shirt with some cartoon cat on the front. Her beautiful face lit up when she saw him.

His lower belly tightened and sent tingles shooting to his balls. “What are you doing here?”

She flinched at his harsh tone. “I was lonely. I thought you might keep me company?”