Page 128 of Knight’s Dominion

“Yes.” Her eyes felt heavy. She was so damn tired.

“Would you let your mate stop you from fighting? Even knowing the risks, could you stop?”

Grace didn’t even have to think about it. “No. I’ll n-never stop fighting.”

“I can’t stop, either. I need to be where I am. I can get closer to him than anyone else.” Her lashes fluttered, and she looked away for a moment. Grace’s stomach churned, thinking about what that meant. “I’m the only one who can kill him.”

There was no use trying to talk her out of it, Grace could see it in her eyes.

“What about the other demi being held?”

“I promise, as soon as I get back, I’ll get a message to your people, let them know where you can find them,” she said.

Grace believed her.

The low-level hum that had filled the car since they left wherever the hell she'd been stopped, and a new silence settled over them.

Goth girl had dropped her block.

Silence filled the car, there was nothing else to say. There was no convincing this female to leave with her, she wasn’t going to falter from her course, and Grace respected the hell out of her. It didn’t stop her from being terrified for her, though.

"So now what?" Grace coughed, wincing in pain. More blood filled her mouth.

“We wait," goth girl said.

For Chaos. He’d be able to sense her now.

Grace glanced out the window. They were just outside of the city, parked in an empty parking lot outside of Chambers furniture store, one of the larger chains. The lighting was dim and they were surrounded by shadows. With a groan, she leaned forward and opened the glove compartment in front of her. She felt around and found a pen but no paper. “Give me your hand. My number.”

The other female paused, then held out her hand, which told Grace that despite her words, she needed the connection, the possible out Grace had offered. The pen slipped through Grace’s bloody fingers several times, but she managed to write her number just above the other female’s wrist, so the sleeve of her top covered it. "I m-meant what I said."

Goth girl didn't answer, just offered a small nod.

Several more minutes ticked by—

The thump and screech of buckling metal above them was so loud Grace winced. He got there faster than she thought. She didn't have time to react because a fist smashed through the driver’s window a second later. A massive hand came through and pinned goth girl to her seat and at the same time Grace’s door was literally torn from its hinges on the other side and flung across the parking lot.

Chaos was suddenly there, cursing and growling as he slid his arms around her and lifted her gently from the car.

Gunner was on the other side, snarling down at the female who had risked her life to save her. She was blinking up at him, eyes wide, terrified.

“Gunner, no. L-let her go. She helped me." His pale-gold gaze lifted and landed on the male holding her tenderly in his arms. Chaos nodded, and Gunner released the female and stepped back.

"Bring her to the compound," Chaos said.

"No." Grace shook her head, her breathing becoming more labored. “W-we made a deal. Let her go."

Chaos scowled, but in the end gave Gunner another sharp nod. The curvy female turned to Grace and held her gaze for several seconds before glancing back at Gunner. She swallowed hard, then spun and ran into the night. Grace felt the second she lifted her block, the other female seemingly disappearing into the shadows.

Grace wanted to lift her head, but all her strength had drained away with her adrenaline, and the aches and pains roared back to the surface. She cried out in agony.

"Grace, Jesus, I thought I'd lost you." Chaos's distress was obvious in his voice, on his face.

The urge to reassure him was overpowering. "I'm o-okay.” She forced a grin. “Killed Oden. Pussy screamed like a l-little bitch…t-took out a fuck of a lot more before they got m-me again.” Blood filled her mouth, this time spilling past her lips. Breathing was serious work and hurt like hell. She opened her mouth to tell Chaos, but the words came out a bloody gurgle.

"Grace…Grace!”

Black spots moved across her vision as each breath became shallower. She looked up at the male holding her in his arms, wanting him to be the last thing she saw before she died. She’d never loved anyone else after the death of her parents, not like this, not until Chaos. He looked fierce, beautiful. Perfect.