Page 127 of Knight’s Dominion

Just when she didn't think the other female would answer, goth girl finally said, "I wouldn't wish this life on anyone."

"Come to the knights’ compound, they'll keep you safe.” Grace felt rather than saw her shake her head.

"I can do more good where I am. I’m his favorite, he trusts me.” Her voice held an edge.

“The demon I met, the powerful one?”

Goth girl didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

They went through a door that led to a garage and headed toward a black SUV.

"I'm going to have to ask you to cover your eyes, Grace."

She didn't bother to argue; this girl was risking her skin to help her out. They climbed in and she secured the scarf over her eyes. "At least there's no chance of me peeking," she said.

"I'm sorry you had to suffer through that. I would’ve come sooner, but I had to pick my moment.”

Grace didn't get a chance to reply because the sound of feet pounding on concrete echoed in the distance. The car started and they gunned it out of the garage and onto the street. Goth girl could drive. Grace could feel the car weaving in and out of traffic, turning a dozen corners until she was sure they'd lost anyone following.

Grace turned to her, even though she couldn't see her. "They know what you've done. You can't go back."

“The windows are blacked out. They don’t know it’s me driving.”

“Cameras?”

“None, it’s too risky.”

“Are you sure no one saw you?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

This female was a warrior in her own right, but they could break her other ways. How had she ended up where she was? Grace had so many questions, but she knew they wouldn't be welcome.

"Look, I know you can't tell me your name. But please, if you ever want to get out, if you ever need help...shit, just someone to talk to…call me. Will you do that?"

“Honestly…I hope I never see you again, Grace." There was so much weight behind those words, and she knew what they meant. If they ever saw each other again, Grace was screwed.

The car slowed, then stopped.

"You can take off the scarf."

Grace removed the strip of fabric covering her eyes, and could see a little better than before. “You’re trying to stop him from releasing Diemos, aren’t you?”

The female beside her held Grace’s gaze, her violet eyes, so pale, so unusual. “I’m going to kill him before he gets the chance. No one gets to do that but me.”

She’d been hurt badly by this sick, twisted demon, and she wanted revenge. Grace understood that.

She gave the other female a long, hard look. Something was different than the last time Grace had seen her. She was thinner, pale. “You’re sick.”

She shook her head.

“We can help you,” Grace said, feeling even weaker, her chest painfully tight, her pulse racing. “P-please don’t go back to that twisted fuck… You don’t need to sacrifice yourself for this cause.”

“I’m not sick.” Her violet eyes moved over Grace’s chin, down her throat, and lingered, her entire body freezing for a long moment. “I’ll be okay…soon.”

“Your eyes, they look…lighter?”

She quickly looked away from Grace. “You’re mated to one of them, aren’t you?” she asked, ignoring Grace’s question.