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Lucifer shrugged. “I offered him a deal. He willingly accepted.” He spat blood on the floor. “He felt he owed his brothers. He did it for you.”

“What fucking deal?” Lazarus bit out.

Lucifer ignored him and kept his gaze on Zenon when he answered. “That is for Tobias and me to know and for you to find out.”

Zenon shoved away from him.

“And you’re welcome,” Lucifer said, straightening and heading for the door.

The females with him followed, and the redhead slid her hand over Silas’s back before she patted him on the ass. “Yum,” she said and strutted away.

Silas cursed.

Chaos’s pulse grew weaker.

“Help me, someone please help me!” Grace cried.

The knights snapped out of it and rushed in, lifting her mate and carrying him from the warehouse.

CHAPTER 31

Chaos lay naked on his bed, his body covered in dark bruises and puncture wounds across his abdomen and thighs. He was so still, his gray wings, one badly broken, inky and glistening from his own blood, were spread out beneath him.

He was pale, so damn pale, bloodless. Every bit of power he had left now going into repairing his body, healing all those wounds.

Jack had been called in because this was way more than the knights could deal with themselves. Gunner stood beside the bed, two fingers pressed deep inside one of the wounds low on Chaos’s stomach, staunching the blood from a main artery that had been nicked by razor-sharp teeth.

Jack cursed under his breath as he worked around Gunner’s fingers, desperately trying to soak up the blood pooling around the wound so he could see what he was doing.

Everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion, the silence so oppressive, Grace thought she’d lose her mind if someone didn’t say something. Chaos was dying, and no one was saying anything.

She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t lose him.

She’d only just allowed herself to accept it, what throbbed behind her ribs whenever he was near, what had been there a while now. The respect, the admiration, God, the awe, she’d felt as she’d gotten to know him—the affection, the pride that he was hers—it was more. What she felt for the male in that bed, her mate, was so much more.

He was everything.

Guilt over her parents had clouded the truth. She’d stupidly fought it, had been afraid of what was so clearly in her heart.

Afraid to let him in because she couldn’t bear to lose him as well.

Right now, her heart lay bleeding on that bed. Cold and broken, battered and barely beating. She loved him.

She loved him so much.

They hadn’t gotten the chance to learn everything about each other. She didn’t know his favorite color, his favorite meal, his favorite TV show. Did he even watch TV? She didn’t know that, either. He was her mate, and she didn’t know.

“Shhhh, it’s going to be okay. He’s going to be okay,” someone said close to her ear, and the room seemed to spin back into reality, time snapping again into full speed. Jack barking orders at Gunner. Chaos’s brothers all around her, fear etched into their faces.

“Don’t fight me, Grace, come on, I don’t want to hurt you,” the same voice said. “We gotta let the doc do his thing.”

Fight?

That’s when she realized strong arms were wrapped around her, gripping her wrists, stopping her from going to Chaos. And that sound she could hear, that agonized whimpering like a wounded animal, that was coming from her.

Rocco didn’t let go, even when she stilled.

He looked down at her with hollow eyes, so dark that the blue irises looked like shadows had bled into them. “I’ve got you,” he said.