Page 27 of Knight’s Dominion

Chaos shrugged. “We don’t know that. We were led to believe he was locked out of Hell, but is that really possible? He hasn’t attempted to go back through the portal, which makes me think that maybe he likes it here just fine.”

Zenon jerked his head to the side. “Even if I could reach out to him some way, I don’t want him anywhere near Mia.”

“He might be our only hope,” Kryos said.

“It’s a risk, for sure. He could turn on us.” Gunner crossed his arms. “But if there’s a chance he could help, we need to find him.”

Lazarus rested his ass on the nearest desk. “This whole conversation might be for nothing, he’s stayed away this long.”

“True,” Chaos said. “But we need to try. If we can’t find a way to fix this mess, we’re all fucked anyway.”

Chaos’s phone chimed and he checked the screen.

Number unknown. “Yeah?”

“Who knew it would be so easy to talk to a knight, and the exalted leader no less.”

Chaos straightened and put it on speaker. “You know my name, how about you help me out with yours?”

A chuckle echoed down the line. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

Gunner was already at one of the computers, working to trace the call.

“What do you want?”

Several beats of silence. “This is a courtesy call, actually. I understand things haven’t been going too great for you lately. Tobias is dead. Rocco is close to losing his mind, and the female who was to be his mate is in Hell.” The male chuckled again. “Though, from what I hear, Diemos has grown quite fond of her.”

The back of the chair Zenon was gripping snapped off in his hands.

“Again. What the fuck do you want?” Chaos ground out.

“Just delivering a warning.”

There was no real point to this call, other than waving his dick around. Whoever this fucker was, he was feeling confident, too damn confident.

The phone groaned under Chaos’s fingers as he gripped it tighter, trying to keep the reins on his temper. “What warning? If we don’t back off, you’ll talk us into an early fucking grave?”

Another beat of silence. “I just thought you should know that things are about to get worse for you.”

The phone went dead.

“Got him,” Gunner said, looking up from behind a monitor.

“Weapon up,” Chaos snarled.

Chaos crawled on his belly to the edge of the building, Gunner and Zenon moving in beside him. They looked down at the Walmart parking lot.

Demons, at least seventy of them, stood in a large circle, eyes glazed and completely motionless. After his and Lazarus’s fight with twenty of them in the abandoned bar a few days ago, he knew running in half-cocked was not the right move. They’d keep coming back, bleeding, broken, like a hoard of blood-lusting zombies. They were outnumbered.

It was late, the parking lot was deserted, but cars still drove by and no one even glanced at the large group of demons assembled there. Not once. They weren’t exactly shrouded in shadows, either.

“What the fuck is this?” Gunner said, looking from the circle to the humans driving by.

Zenon shifted beside him. “Someone’s blocking them.”

Gunner scowled. “Why can we see them, then?”

“Because they want us to.” Chaos twisted, looking around. “Our mystery caller wanted us to come here, wanted us to see this, whatever the fuck it is.”