Page 98 of Knight’s Dominion
She shook her head. "It's better you don't know." She gripped the knife. "Do you want the honors, or shall I?"
Grace held out her hand. "It's my mess." Then again it would be more beneficial to take him to the compound for questioning, but then she saw it, something in the other female’s eyes as she looked down at the demon. Her stomach gripped tight. “Unless you want to?”
Goth girl stood motionless for a moment, then glanced up at Grace. “I’ve never done it before. Will you help me?”
Yeah, goth girl needed this. It was the pain and hatred in the other female’s eyes that Grace recognized, but so much more, so much worse. If killing the monster at their feet helped the other female to heal in some small way, Grace was determined to help, she owed her that much at least.
Grace kicked off her shoes and goth girl snorted.
“Hey, they were expensive, I don’t want this asshole’s blood all over them.” Grace glanced up with a grin, then fisted the unconscious demon’s hair before dragging her finger across the demon’s throat. “Through here. You might have to saw at it a bit, that knife doesn’t look very sharp. Demon beheading 101, use a sharp knife.”
Goth girl’s lips twitched, then she dipped her chin and started slicing, or more hacking because yeah, the blade was blunt as hell. Grace pretended she didn’t hear the gasps of rage, the desperate sob that escaped goth girl as she killed one of her tormentors. Because Grace had no doubt that’s what was happening here.
The head finally came free and the demon ashed out.
The knife clattered to the rooftop by the other female’s feet. She was breathing heavily, staring in both shock and relief at the pile that used to be a demon. “Thank you,” she finally said.
“My pleasure.” Grace offered her another smile. “Killing demons like him is kind of a hobby of mine.”
Goth girl chuckled, then stilled suddenly and looked up, her sights trained up to the night sky. “You came with backup?”
“Of course.”
“I need to go.”
Grace held out her hand. “Come with me.”
The female’s eyes went flat. “I can’t.”
“I’ll send help. We’ll close this down, whatever it is.”
“You won’t find them…us, if you come back. It’ll be like we were never here.”
“What about the other demi in there? I can’t just leave them.”
“I’ve got it covered,” she said, then spun and ran, disappearing back the way they’d come.
Boots meeting concrete brought her head around. Rocco stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his wide chest, flat gaze on the demon’s remains. "What happened?”
“He recognized me.” The wind would remove the evidence overnight.
His gaze pinned her to the spot. “Anything?”
He was asking about his mate. About Kyler.
She shook her head.
His throat worked several times. “Chaos is gonna pop an artery when he finds out you came here.”
“Yeah, probably. But I don't answer to him. I don't answer to anyone. He knows that.”
Rocco shook his head, not looking convinced, and glanced at the steel door goth girl had disappeared through. "Who was that?"
"A friend."
The sound of sirens filled the night.
Goth girl worked fast.
