Page 37 of Knight’s Dominion

“Holy fuck.” The adrenaline rush was enough to get her moving, and she all but climbed his torso, wrapping herself around his head like a python trying to strangle the life out of him.

The rhythmic inhuman sound that came from him stunned her. He was—laughing.

“Take me down, now," she said.

His muscular arms eased her back down his body, so he could breathe...and see…and held her tight to his chest. “I won't let you fall. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

She should be freaking out. He knew who she was, what they were. But instead, at his promise, she calmed, relaxing against him. And if she wasn’t on the verge of passing out, she thought she might feel…exhilarated. She was flying through the air.

On some screwed-up level, she trusted this male, trusted that he would never intentionally hurt her, and that disturbed her more than almost being paralyzed and eaten alive by a flesh-eating demon.

She'd finally lost her mind.

CHAPTER 11

Grace had gone limp in Chaos’s arms a short time after she’d calmed down. For a female who liked to leap between tall buildings, her fear when he’d taken to the sky had surprised him.

And in a twisted way, pleased him.

Grace was so strong and brave, so sure all the time, he wondered if she possessed any fear at all. Without a healthy dose of it, people tended to take stupid risks.

They tended to get dead pretty quick as well.

Electricity danced over his skin as he remembered the moment when she dropped her block, when he’d felt what she'd been hiding from him. It’d been so powerful, he’d fucking collapsed.

The signs had all been there from the start, though, hadn’t they? He'd just chosen to ignore them, hadn’t believed them because he knew that there should be more. Well, he felt it now.

All of it.

Christ, the way he’d found her, prone and bleeding. She could have died, another demon could have discovered her before he got there, paralyzed and completely helpless. Clawed fingers gripped the pounding muscle behind his ribs, and he tightened his arms around her.

She groaned but didn’t wake. Chaos quickly loosened his hold, but she snuggled closer, gripping him tighter. His demon purred like a contented feline, and for the second time that night, he and his demon were one.

Chaos dipped his head and drew in her scent again, he couldn’t get enough of it. She was covered in fuck knew what from the filthy alley floor, but her scent was stronger, and the vibrations of her power were like a siren’s song designed only for him, drawing him closer, making him weaker and stronger at the same time.

Grace was his.

The idea of finding a mate had terrified him for centuries…and yeah, a lot about the whole mating thing still did. But fuck, it was like a limb or some vital organ—a piece of his goddamn brain—had been missing, and he hadn’t even known it until now.

With Grace he could feel whole, for the first time in his life.

He landed on the balcony of the control room and was thankful when he found it empty. He strode through, out into the hall, and took the stairs down to the next level, where their living quarters were located. Grace had lost a lot of blood. She needed food and rest, time to heal.

“She okay?” Laz asked, coming out of nowhere.

Chaos shook his head. “Keep looking for the beast. I want any updates you have, otherwise I’m not to be disturbed.” He strode into his apartment, kicked the door shut behind him, and throwing out a hand compelled the lock to slide home.

Grace stirred as he carried on through to the en suite bathroom. Dirt and grime covered her. Her pale blond hair was streaked with filth, and the scratches on her thigh needed to be cleaned. There was also an underlying scent of demon on her skin. Chaos needed to wash that off because every time his own demon smelled the venious who clawed her, he wanted to kill it. And since the fucker was already dead, that was causing some serious problems.

She was also cold, so fucking cold, and he needed to warm her up.

He carefully lowered her to her feet, but her knees buckled, which meant the shower was out. Holding her to him carefully, he turned on the water to fill the tub.

“Grace?”

Her eyes opened, lids heavy, mahogany eyes dull. “So cold,” she whispered.

Fuck. “I know, angel. I’m gonna warm you up.”