Page 9 of Knight’s Salvation

That despite who and what he was, they could be…friends.

He curled his lip. He hadn’t been thinking. All he’d known before he’d lost his mind and walked into the dining room was that Mia fascinated him. And for some fucked up reason, he’d gone with his instincts and sought her out.

He’d tried to put her out of his mind all afternoon and when that didn’t work he’d convinced himself that one glimpse wouldn’t hurt. He’d stood back, watched her like a damn stalker, but then James had put his hand on her, and he’d reacted like a…like a…he didn’t know what that was back there.

She’d flinched. Taken one look into his eyes, seen the monster he truly was, and freaked. And in that moment he’d known how foolish he’d been.

He knew better.

The sound of boots pounding after him pulled him out of his own head. He ignored whoever it was and slammed into the control room.

“Zenon, hold up,” Chaos barked.

Zenon stopped, but didn’t look at the other knight. Didn’t speak. He knew what was coming, and he deserved it.

“What happened back there?”

Chaos’s wary tone pissed him off further. “I like to frighten helpless women and children.”

“Cut the attitude. I told you to leave the demi to the rest of us. You’re not good with that shit, you know that. I shouldn’t have to tell you.”

Yeah, he knew it. He made himself look at the other male. “Won’t happen again. We done?”

Chaos ran a hand over the inked side of his skull. He looked bewildered, as confused as Zenon by his out-of-character behavior. “Yeah.”

Kryos was in the control room as well and stuck his head up from behind a computer screen. “Perfect timing. There’s a rogue having fun at Havoc downtown. Someone needs to get down there.”

“I’ll go.” Zenon started toward the doors.

“Hang on, Zen.”

“What? I’m the motherfucking bogeyman, Chaos. This is what I do.” Yeah, he sounded bitter as hell but right then didn’t give a crap.

Chaos released a breath then turned to Kryos. “Text Roc. He can tag along.”

Zenon didn’t wait. He headed for the double doors that led to a balcony off the fifth-floor control room. After yanking off his jacket, he tossed it on the ground, tugged off his shirt, shoved it in the waistband of his jeans to put back on once he landed, and with a partial shift—wings only—he took flight. He needed to get out of that place before he fucking suffocated.

It was still early but the city pulsed with life. The bars and clubs wouldn’t be packed for another few hours, but the after-work crowd was giving it a decent shot. He landed behind Havoc, tucked in his wings, and when they vanished from sight, pulled his shirt on and made his way around to the front.

No one manned the door, and people were drifting in off the street like they were in some kind of daze.

The place was dark, with the only light coming from behind the bar and a few downlights edging the room, but it was easy to see the place was near to full. Music pumped from the speakers, a low throbbing bass that seemed to pulse through the room. The scent of sex, dark and exotic, hung heavy in the air.

He looked around. People were grinding on the dance floor, and from where he stood he could see at least five couples fucking in plain sight. It wasn’t hard to work out the type of demon capable of transforming the place into an all-out orgy.

“Jesus Christ,” Rocco muttered as he moved up beside him. “This shit’s out of control. You see him?”

Zen tilted his head to the far side of the club. The sex demon sat on one of the couches that were scattered around the room, holding court, surrounded by panting, grinding, moaning humans. Zenon wished he could say he’d never seen anything like it before, but that would be an outright lie.

Roc reached down and adjusted his dick. “Let’s get Casanova under control before I start dry humping a chair.”

Zenon shook his head.

“What? You gotta feel it? Tell me you don’t have a raging boner right now.”

Shame knotted Zenon’s gut. His dick hadn’t so much as twitched.

As they made their way over to the demon, people bumped into him, touched his hair. It took all his control not to shove them away with brutal force. One female grabbed his ass and pressed up against him. He growled and bared his teeth, sending them all scattering.