Page 86 of Knight’s Salvation

His eyelids fluttered open, yellow irises finding and focusing on her, and he smiled. A wide grin that spread across his beautiful face. “Mia,” he rasped then he closed his eyes again, this time to sleep.

Mia dropped her head into her hands and cried, but this time they were happy tears.

Zenon leanedover the bed and kissed Mia’s soft, warm lips. She wiggled and released a breathy sigh, but was still out cold. Healing him had hit her hard, and she’d been out for hours.

Reluctant to leave, he tucked the covers around her and watched her sleep for several more minutes. She’d lost weight, and her thick lashes didn’t hide the dark circles under her eyes.

His beautiful female was as fragile as any human. And he planned on spending however many years they had together, taking care of her, making sure she knew how much he loved and cherished her.

Another wave of emotion washed over him.

I’m free.

He still couldn’t believe it. And it was all thanks to the precious female in his bed. He owed her everything.

The pull came again. Someone wanted to talk to him and he’d kept him waiting long enough. He reluctantly left his apartment and made his way to the control room then out onto the balcony.

Silas stood looking beyond the barren land behind the compound and into the muted glow of the setting sun. “I didn’t know if you’d come,” he said.

Zenon moved up beside him. “You knew.”

His big shoulders lifted, causing his golden wings to shift, the feathers dancing in the breeze. “Yes.”

“When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He turned, face half concealed in shadow, but still Zenon could see the strain etched into his features. “Your arm.” He pointed to the set of markings each knight was born with, telling the story of where they came from, what they were. “That is the mark of Lucifer’s bloodline on your skin. When I saw it, I knew. As for why I didn’t tell you, you weren’t ready. You had enough to deal with without adding to it.”

“What happens now?”

“We make sure Diemos stays in Hell.”

“That easy, huh?”

A grin tugged at Silas’s lips. “Sure.”

“What about Lucifer?”

“You have nothing to fear from him. Besides, he has his own problems to deal with,” he said cryptically.

You were no mistake.Diemos’s words drifted through his mind, and he resisted the shiver that moved through him. “I hope you’re right. For everyone’s sakes.”

“Me, too.”

Zenon watched him carefully. “You don’t know?”

Silas ran a hand over his face, and for the first time in all the years he’d known him, the other male looked tired, exhausted. Worried. “Things can change. The path isn’t set in stone.”

“Jesus.”

“No. Just an angel.”

Silence stretched out. Zenon finally broke it. “Thank you, Silas.”

His brows lifted. “For what?”

“For forcing me into this new life, even if I fought you all the way.”

Silas smiled. “You were worth it, Zenon.”