Page 97 of Knight’s Dominion

He shoved up her skirt, exposing her thighs, and licked his lips. “I’m going to enjoy this."

As he came down on her, she had the opening she needed. Fisting his hair in one hand, she brought up her knee, nailing him in the balls, while she pinched the nerve on the side of his neck with the other.

The guy gasped and shook in agony, trying to struggle, but she refused to let go. A hot, tingling sensation began to move through her—her power. She didn’t know what would happen with a demon, but she didn’t stop it, she let it flow out of her into the fucker flailing in her hold, then started pulling it back inside her.

She could feel him, feel the darkness he held inside, then a surge of power exploded through her, power that was not her own, and she gritted her teeth so she didn’t cry out as it filled her.

He went limp, and she released him, slumping back, his dead weight pinning her to the floor. She’d taken whatever power the demon had, and now she could feel it inside her, morphing and changing, becoming one with her own and making her own ability stronger.

Had mating with Chaos made this possible? More than likely.

The door opened and Grace shoved the male off, jumping to her feet.

Goth girl stood at the door, her pale gaze looking down at the dead demon. "Fuck," she hissed.

Not good, not good at all. Grace eyed the other female. She really didn't want to hurt her. She was a demi, but also something else, something Grace didn’t recognize. The female had also suffered, there was no missing it in her haunted eyes.

"It was self-defense," Grace said.

“Oh, I don't doubt it.” Goth girl shoved the guy with the toe of her boot. “Greg is a sick, twisted asshole.” She glanced back up at Grace. “But we need to get him the fuck out of here before someone comes looking.”

Grace held her gaze. “You expect me to trust you?”

“Nope. But you don’t have much choice. Take his shoulders. I’ll get his legs."

She was right, Grace didn’t have much choice.

The other female checked to make sure the way was clear, then they carried the heavy bastard down to the kitchens via a back staircase.

An elderly male was standing at a counter and looked up when they walked in. His brows shot to his hairline, then he cursed. The female shook her head. "Don't say a damn thing, Spencer. Just help us get out of here.”

The old guy hustled to what Grace assumed was the servants’ elevator. "Up or down."

"Up," she said.

The doors slid open and they carried their mostly, but not quite dead demon inside.

"If the master asks after you?” the old guy asked.

"Tell him I'm having one of my headaches and I've gone home."

They dropped the demon on the floor to give their arms a rest. The elderly male looked concerned, afraid, but not for himself. His next words confirmed it. "He won't be happy."

"I'll be fine."

Grace didn't want to see her get into trouble. "I can take it from here."

Her pale eyes slid to Grace. "Hold the door." She raced out, grabbed a kitchen knife, and came back. "Not without this you can't. And you’ll need help carrying him.”

The door slid closed. "Thank you…for this,” Grace said to her.

The other female looked down and sneered. "I hated that motherfucker. You've done me a favor."

The whole thing was surreal. Usually Grace would be on full alert, waiting for the female to turn the knife her way, but for some reason she knew that wasn't going to happen.

The doors slid open and they lifted the demon, carrying him out, then muscling their way through the steel door that led to the open roof.

"What's your name?" Grace asked. This female was helping her dispose of a demon after all.