Page 123 of Hell’s Weapon

His brows pinch. “What do you have to thank me for?”

Is he kidding?

Swallowing slowly, I try to relax my throat enough so that I can speak again. “Everything.”

Wyatt pulls me into him more, his forehead landing gently against mine. One hand gently sweeping up and over my scalp, his fingers carding through my hair.

“I love you, Milo. You don’t have to thank me for anything.”

His words wash over my skin, bury deep into my flesh and take root. My throat constricts once more, stealing my voice so I have to lean back slightly to sign instead.

“I love you too.”

His beaming smile makes the pain I’m currently in worth it. The last few weeks with him and Tacita have been intense and fast but seeing as we’ve been together for most hours of every day, I guess it makes sense that we would form a deep connection this quickly.

I don’t want to imagine a life without them.

You’d think I’d be jaded to love and letting people in. With my history, I don’t think anyone would be surprised, but it's the opposite. I have always simply wanted people I can call family. And hopefully we all make it out of this to live out our happily ever after.

“Aaarrggh.” Another wave crests through my mind, sending my head burying into the base of Wyatt’s neck, the crook where his neck meets his shoulder.

I hear their voices this time. Commands to open for them, to let them in. To show them more.

Wyatt’s arms envelop me, along with his scent. My cat snarls within my chest, the beast growing more furious at being debilitated like this. But it is the power which was released with awakening my demonic side that is bolstering my mind against the Angels now. It’s fortifying the walls I’ve managed to build against them.

With a deep breath, I shove hard against the pressure in my head, winning against them once more but at a cost. This time I’m left lightheaded and my fingers feel tingly as I clamp my jaw against the bile rising from my stomach.

“I got you,” Wyatt soothes, rubbing my back once more.

Chapter 40

Wyatt

Milo is in bad shape. He’s succeeding in stopping the Angels from accessing his head fully but he’s growing weak physically from the efforts.

I feel utterly helpless.

Unable to do anything but hold onto him and hope that my voice soothes him in some way. I continue talking as he rides out attempt after attempt from the Angels taking over his mind. He’s coming down from a particularly brutal attack when the building around us shakes and there’s an almighty boom.

“What the fuck was that?” I say after the noise descends into a lower but still concerning rumble that sounds like a building collapsing.

Torn between checking it out and keeping Milo shielded, I wait a few more seconds before untangling my limbs from my boyfriends and sneaking over to the window.

I’m not prepared for the sight before me. The main building is entirely gone. In its wake is a mass of smoke and dust as rubble rains down.

“Holy fuck.”

Milo staggers from the bed and joins me as I’m unable to put into words what I’m seeing. White winged beings are still flying in the skies, battling with the guards we’ve come to know over the last couple of months. Zafihra is taking out Angels as she soars the air in her dragon form. Seeing her makes my skin itch to join her.

Who I don’t see, however, is the girl I love. I cannot spot her bat like wings or ombre horns amongst any that are battling in the air.

Scanning the ground fast, I spot a few of the panther shifters, any one of them could be Garrick. None of them are with my sassy badass demon though.

Milo grips on to the window ledge as he leans closer to the glass, clearly searching for Tacita as well.

“I need to go find her.” Something is telling me to haul arse and get out there.

Milo stands a little straighter, clearly trying to hide the pain he’s still in.