Page 79 of Knight’s Salvation

Chapter 19

Below the waist,she was swollen and hungry—above the waist, her stomach revolted and she was on the verge of throwing up.

Her body had been taken hostage, and Zenon would be forced to watch as that creature used her.

“You ready for me, honey?” The bastard cupped her face, but she refused to look at him and kept her gaze locked on Zenon. As soon as she got the chance, she planned to scratch his eyes out.

He ran a finger down the side of her face. “You’ll enjoy what I do to you. I promise you that.”

She shuddered and started to retch again.

Anger welled up inside her. Her power stirred, tightening in her chest, but something forced it back, locked it down. She cried out.

The bastard laughed. “Your powers are useless here,” he said to her. “Isn’t that right, Zenon?”

Zenon roared again, his struggles so violent the steel frame bolted to the ground shook.

She swallowed back her sob and held Zenon’s wild gaze.

He howled like a wounded animal, a helpless beast, as his eyes flashed between yellow and black. His face contorted suddenly and his fangs burst from the top of his mouth, extended long and white and sharp down over his chin.

She heard Amen suck in a breath.

Then suddenly, he was gone, and the sound of Amen’s body colliding with the wall came next.

Whatever spell he had over her lifted and she sagged back.

Gentle hands moved the flimsy fabric of her robe down to cover her, and Zenon broke eye contact, looking at whoever stood beside her.

A tall male stared down at her, expression filled with concern. “You’re all right now,” he said to her. His voice was deep, gentle.

In her shocked state, she noticed he was handsome in an odd kind of way. His wide black eyes looked at her with a tenderness that softened what she imagined could be hard features. He wore a beautiful suit and shiny black shoes. She knew this man. He’d helped her the night of her attack. He began to untie her, being careful of her damaged skin.

“No one will hurt you again. I promise you that.” The fierce way he said it made her believe it was true.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Zenon gasped out.

Stumbling to her feet, she tried to go to him, but her legs gave out from under her. Her rescuer scooped her up in his arms and held her protectively to his chest. For some reason, she didn’t fear this man. He’d helped her twice now. “Please, untie him.”

His brows drew together. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t do that.” She started to struggle, tried to push away, get to her feet, and go to Zenon, but he was strong and tightened his hold on her.

His big body stiffened, and seconds later the door was opened and Helena breezed back into the room, her silky dark hair swinging around her waist. Her sharp gaze took in the scene then narrowed on Mia’s rescuer. “Marcus.”

“Are you happy to see your brother alive and well, Helena?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

“Of course.” The sneer on her face said the complete opposite. This was not a happy reunion. “Sneaky as always, I see.”

Marcus inclined his head, a humorless smile curving his lips.

“You can’t have her,” Helena said, waving her hand in Mia’s direction.

“You can’t stop me, and you know it. We’re closely matched, you and I. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have the advantage.” Her eyes flared. “But if you want a fight, I will happily oblige.”

She stepped forward, and lifting a beautifully manicured hand, picked up a lock of Mia’s hair, studying it like the red strands held some kind of answer. “Why?”

“Mia is my daughter.”

Her father? Oh my God. Her father was alive.