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His brother’s eyes were nearly black, and there was death and pain etched into his features. He realized this was how Rocco felt constantly, that he lived with this pain twenty-four seven, and getting Chaos’s mate back meant a fuck of a lot more to him than helping out his brother in his time of need. Because if they lost Grace…what hope did they have of getting Kyler back.

“Grace is tough, a fucking warrior. She won't go down easy.” Zenon’s even tone, his assurances and faith in Grace's abilities helped lock down Chaos’s fear.

He was right. Grace was a warrior. A fighter.

But that didn’t stop the terror pounding through him. He had no idea where his female was, who had her, what they were doing to her. Demons were behind this, powerful ones.

The fear grew to unbearable levels, and his demon stirred inside him. He didn't fight it, and let the monster within break free.

He roared as he shifted, taking his Kishi demon form. Dark crimson skin, razor-sharp fangs that extended to his chin, and black shiny horns that sprouted from his head. He knew he looked like the devil himself, and he reveled in the darkness flowing through him. There would be no mercy for anyone who laid a finger on Grace.

He looked to his brothers. Rocco had already shifted, and the way the other knight’s eyes glittered, the way he licked his fangs like he already tasted the blood of his enemies, made it clear he was more than ready to tear anyone who got in his way into tiny pieces.

Zenon shifted as well, his leathery wings extended at his back, ready to take flight. "We won't stop until we find her.”

They lifted off, taking to the skies.

CHAPTER 33

Vince tossed a scarf at her. "Put this on."

"I'm not really in the mood to accessorize, Vince.” The guy was on edge, sweating profusely and twitchy as hell.

"Please, Grace, just put it on." His gaze softened. “You'll come around, you'll see, once you talk to them, once they explain.”

"Come around to what? If you think I’ll turn on the knights, that I’ll willingly help demons take this city, you’ve lost your damn mind.” It was getting harder and harder to keep her tone reasonable and not beat the shit out of him. The only reason she hadn't was Hannah and the other demi being held against their will.

They’d changed cars a little while ago.

She and Vince were in the back and there was a motherfucking demon in the driver’s seat. He kept glancing back at her in the rearview mirror. The disgusting vermin was wiry and well-muscled, and she didn't think he'd go down easy if she attacked. She also didn't know what weapons he had stashed in the front with him.

“I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you,” Vince said, gaze darting to the asswipe driving.

"What the hell is wrong with you?” She searched Vince’s features, looking for any sign of the male she'd believed him to be all these years, but there was nothing. A day ago, hell, an hour ago, she never would have believed he could do something like this. She knew he wanted power, that he wanted to be important, but she never believed he’d do something like this to get it.

“How could you do this? How could you hand over your people, your family, to these monsters?”

Anger flashed in his eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about. I'm doing this for my family, for the greater good, and in time you'll come around to our way of thinking."

The greater good? "Who are you working for?"

“You’ll find out soon enough. Now put on the damn scarf, Grace, or our friend here will make you.”

The demon behind the wheel grinned at her in the rearview mirror.

He shifted in his seat, and she knew their demon chauffeur was hoping that he’d get the chance to deal with any problems that might arise. And by problem, she meant her.

Her options were limited. Jump out of a moving vehicle and leave Hannah and the other demi to die, or face whatever evil was waiting for her at an unknown destination. Not much of a choice.

Securing the scarf over her eyes, Grace remained silent the rest of the drive, trying her best to remember the turns they took, the distances between each one. But the longer they drove, the more impossible it became.

They seemed to drive forever before finally coming to a stop. By that point, she’d lost all concept of place and time. When the car door was opened, she was pulled roughly from the vehicle. No doubt by the demon driver, whose fingers dug deeply into her arm, trying to cause pain. She listened hard. They weren't in the city, not anymore, because the sound of traffic, of car horns and sirens were muted, distant.

"Let’s go," a gruff voice said close to her ear.

Walking blind was not fun, especially since she expected the guy leading her to attack at any moment, or at the very least steer her into a wall or two. The ground beneath her feet was smooth asphalt. The sound of a door opening came next.

"Keep moving."