Page 109 of Knight’s Dominion

The velvet roughness of his voice lifted goose bumps across Grace’s skin.

Chaos stiffened. “You sure about that?”

The male dipped his head, gaze unwavering.

The knights released their brother and the tall, golden-winged male wrapped his inked arms around Zenon, holding him easily as he whispered something that caused him to still.

“Who is that?” Grace asked, unable to look away.

Chaos looked troubled. “Silas. An angel. He’ll keep Zenon safe.”

Her mate started toward the old warehouse, and they all jogged along with him. Gunner pulled the door open, and a roar filled the air, echoing off the iron walls.

“That’s either the beast or one of Gunner’s exes,” Kryos said, pulling the Glock free.

Lazarus chuckled, and Gunner flipped them off.

Chaos swung around to her, his dark eyes trapping hers. “Call your people in.” He cupped the back of her head and planted a hard kiss on her lips. “And stay back until we have it restrained.”

She nodded, and for once didn’t think about arguing. Tangling with the monster lurking in the dark was the last thing she wanted to do. But she could most definitely help with the demons she felt around them. Her people were hanging back awaiting her instruction. She quickly sent a text to James, telling them to move in.

The lights came on and the creature hissed.

It stood on the other side of the warehouse, and as soon as it saw them, it charged.

Bits of old and rusted machinery littered the huge area and demons began to crawl out of the shadows.

Her people moved in, facing off against the army of demons protecting the creature, as the knights ran toward the beast.

The demons attacked, all hell breaking loose. The demi were outnumbered, but Grace knew without a doubt her people were better fighters. She gripped her blade in her right hand, slashing at the demon that lunged at her, slicing a deep cut through its chest. Another came at her from the left, and she pulled her Glock from her thigh holster and blew a hole through its shoulder.

It flew back, hitting the ground. James, wielding an axe, removed its head as Grace swung around to engage the next one. Teeth elongated, drool sliding down its chin, the demon charged and she spun, kicking it in the head. It stumbled back, and she advanced, fisting its hair and dragging her blade across its throat. Its mouth gaped, its teeth biting at thin air. She hooked its leg and it hit the ground. James was there a second later and hacked off its head, turning it to ash.

No tricks this time, no vanishing and reappearing demons. They’d managed to take them by surprise.

The sound of growling suddenly filled the air.

Hellhounds, huge and black, with fur sticking up along their spines and eyes glowing red, surrounded them, then flew into the fray. Chaos had told her they were coming, that he’d made a deal and they’d agreed to help, but she’d never seen anything like them in her life, and she’d seen a lot of weird shit.

They tore into the demons, giant mouths filled with jagged teeth crunching through skulls, ripping off heads with deft efficiency.

She was covered in demon blood, muscles screaming as more demons came at them. She took her place beside the hounds, fighting, hacking her way through the ones still standing.

The sounds of the knights roaring echoed through the warehouse, the beast along with them. But it had retreated into the deep shadows, and she couldn’t see what was happening.

A handful of demons ran from the building, escaping into the night, and her people and the hounds finished off the rest. Grace dragged her arm across her face, wiping away the blood splattering her skin and in her eyes as a huge hound moved toward her, sniffing at her feet and pawing at the ground.

It shifted.

A naked male close to seven feet tall was now towering over her. A pair of jeans flew at him, and he plucked them out of the air without even looking. His eyes stayed locked on her as he tugged them on, his sinewy, muscled body flexing as he did. His hair was shaggy and matted with blood, scruff covering his strong jaw.

“You’re Chaos’s female?” he said, eyes boring into her, nostrils flaring.

The male’s voice was deep and so rough she had to force herself not to wince. She dipped her chin, not even trying to deny it. That’s exactly what she was. There was no point pretending otherwise. She realized right then that she didn’t want to.

Eyes the palest of gold moved over her. “You’re good with a blade.”

A vicious roar came from the beast.