Page 48 of Knight’s Salvation

Oh hell no.

“Did you drop your block, Mia?” he barked at her.

Zenon rose to his full height. “First, you don’t talk to her like that. Ever. Second, you come into my place when I say and not before.”

She’d pulled the scraps of her shredded T-shirt up trying to cover her breasts, and stared at Chaos, confused, worry lining her brow. “No.” She shook her head. “At least I don’t think so…I…”

“You don’t think so?” Chaos hissed. “I told you leaving was a mistake. Female, your powers are too damn unstable. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you, what they would have done if they’d taken you? That entire building has now been compromised. You weren’t the only demi living there. Did you stop to think about that? I’ve got enough to deal with without having to coordinate the fucking evac of half a dozen demi.”

Zenon got in Chaos’s face. “You do not come into my fucking apartment and speak to my woman that way. I get you’re pissed and I get you need your questions answered. But I decide when and where. Now get the fuck out so I can finish dressing her wounds before we have a serious problem.”

Chaos’s jaw clenched tight. He was pissed and worried, but Zenon couldn’t give a shit. The guy was way the fuck out of line.

Dipping his chin, that steely control the guy lived by slammed down, smoothing his hard features, and his gaze slid back to Mia. “Apologies.” Then Chaos stormed back out the door.

“You okay?” he asked her.

“Did I do something to cause this? Is this my fault?”

Fucking Chaos. “No. You did nothing wrong. There’s more to this, and I’ll talk to Chaos about it, but I promise you, you are not to blame.”

Shit. There it was again, that look of trust.

He finished dressing her wounds and got one of his T-shirts for her to wear. “I need to talk to Chaos, but I won’t be long. Here.” He handed her the remote for the TV. “Help yourself to whatever you want.”

“Zenon?”

He turned back. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for taking care of me.” She had an odd look on her face. “The things you said to Chaos, besides Chaya, no one’s ever…” She shook her head. “Thanks for having my back.”

His own words echoed through his head. You do not come into my fucking apartment and speak to my woman that way. Had he really said that? “Just returning the favor.”

That look of hero worship slipped from her face. “Right, of course.”

Fuck.

Zenon found Chaos in the control room. Roc, Laz, Kryos, and Gunner were already there and, going by the look on their leader’s face, had been filled in on the fact that it was no random attack. They’d been waiting for her, he was sure. They were organized, which meant they hadn’t just sensed her from a momentary lapse of her block. It was something else, something worse, and that scared the shit out of him.

Those demons had come after Mia.

“How is she?” Rocco asked.

“Her wounds are superficial, but she’s still freaked.” He aimed his sights at Chaos. “Blaming herself.”

“I get you’re pissed, Zenon. Yeah, I was out of line, but your female shouldn’t have been out there in the first place.”

That was a direct hit and Zenon felt it, no fucking doubt about it. All eyes swung to him, and he knew it was because Chaos had called her his, but right then he wasn’t in the mood to correct him.

Zenon shrugged. “She’s here now, and she’s staying until we sort this shit out.”

Laz crossed his arms. “Those demons, someone’s pulling their strings. And that someone has to be close. Not even Diemos has the power for something like that, not from Hell.”

“You think he’s found another way to pass through the portal?” Gunner was slouched against the wall.

Chaos shook his head. “I doubt it. I think we’d feel that kind of power encroaching on our territory.”

“It’s not Diemos, and if it is, not directly.” Zenon didn’t elaborate and the other warriors didn’t question how he knew that for sure. They trusted that whatever made his wings different from theirs, and the time he’d spent below, made him an expert on the sadistic bastard.