Page 58 of Knight’s Dominion

A roar ripped through the night sky, and the house literally exploded in front of them. Grace scrambled back as a beast, it’s skin scaled and crimson, emerged from the wreckage. Its heads shook with force, its eyes—one in each head—wide with fury. It’s fang-like yellow teeth dripped as it snapped at the knights surrounding it.

The warriors circled the beast, each holding the ends of their chains. The thick lengths were wrapped around the body, but it fought viciously against the five males struggling to hold it.

“Help them!” Grace cried.

Somehow, she made it to Chaos’s side, the other demi joining in, grabbing the chains, helping to hold the beast down. The creature vibrated, its skin pulsing and glowing as a scream tore from its mouths and the chains surrounding it shattered like they were made of glass, sending them all flying across the yard.

Grace winced, waiting for the pain as she hit the ground, but Chaos had surrounded her, cradling her in his arms, cushioning her landing and holding her close.

His head shot up as soon as they stopped rolling, his eyes scanning the area. “Fuck. It’s gone.”

Some of the demons they’d been fighting stood motionless, that vacant look back in their eyes, and the rest ran, escaping into the night.

"What the hell is going on?” Laney said beside her, backing up several steps.

"It's like the warehouse a few months back, like the abandoned shop. They're just standing there like zombies," Lazarus said, voice low and rough.

“They were forced to fight, unlike the ones who ran,” Chaos said in a low, terrifying voice that made her shiver. “Finish them. Most of them are already fucking half dead.”

Grace clutched her side and felt the blood oozing through her fingers. "We need to find Mark. I’m not leaving him here.”

Chaos gripped her shoulder, looking down at her. “Mark?”

Black spots danced across her vision. She'd lost too much blood.

Lifting one of her blood-slicked hands, she gripped the side of his throat, needing him to listen, and groaned as another gush of warmth pushed past the fingers of the hand still clutching her side. “My people, my dead, wounded…”

“Grace, you’re hurt.”

She grinned. “I’ll live.” If she got to a hospital in the next fifteen minutes, anyway.

He cursed low and long and leaned back carefully, scanning her body. “Jesus.”

“Please, I need to get my wounded to a hospital,” she forced out.

The sound of his voice was muffled, and she knew he'd turned to bark orders at someone. "Cars are on the way,” he said when he turned back.

They’d be okay, they had to be. Chaos would make sure of it.

Then her thoughts scattered as the black spots invaded her vision and her legs turned limp. Fucking typical, she’d gone all this time with barely a scratch and now both times she’d been badly injured, it was in front of him. He’d think she was weak, and that pissed her the hell off. She didn’t want him to think she was weak.

Semiconscious, she was aware of someone moving in, one of her people, trying to take her from Chaos.

Her knight growled, the viciousness of it lifting goose bumps over her skin. “Don’t touch her,” Chaos said, his voice all demon.

Her knight? Where had that come from?

But she was glad he didn’t hand her over—she wanted to stay where she was, with him.

Grace tried to open her eyes again. Nope. Not happening. Damn, she hurt, so much. She wanted to get closer to Chaos, needing him. His warmth, his scent, his comfort.

“Let me take her to the hospital," someone said urgently, and attempted to take her from Chaos again.

“Put your fucking hands on her one more time and you’ll lose them.” No mistaking who'd said that.

Chaos started barking orders. He was looking after her people. They were safe now.

She relaxed into him, felt his arms get tighter around her, possessive, sure.