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Knight’s Seduction: A Knight’s of Hell Prequel, page 10
Flying lower, he tucked his wings into his back and dropped the last ten feet to an alley floor. His boots crunched on broken glass and other shit littering the ground. His wings vanished when he tucked them into his back, and he grabbed the shirt he’d shoved into the back of his jeans and yanked it on. The acrid scent was more intense at street level. There was definitely more than one.
The thud of two of his brothers dropping down behind him came next and he turned toward Chaos and Gunner as the warriors approached.
Kryos and Rocco were back at the compound and fuck knew where Zenon was. The male preferred to keep his own company. But the three of them were more than capable of putting out the trash.
As Knights of Hell, they’d been created to keep evil off these New York streets. And Chaos was the poor bastard they’d chosen to lead them. The male tucked in his pale gray wings and jerked on his shirt as he strode forward. The streetlights glinted off the tattooed side of his head, and there was a sneer on his lips. “My guess, at least half a dozen.”
Gunner rubbed a hand over his buzz cut, the scowl twisting his mouth emphasizing the deep scar through his upper lip. “That shit isn’t normal.”
It wasn’t. The only times demons tended to travel in packs were when they made their escape from Hell. After that they tended to scatter, making them harder to find.
Lazarus led the way out of the alley and onto the street. People rushed past, clearing a path for them like they always did, their flight instincts well and truly kicking in, their subconscious knowing a predator when it sensed one.
Ignoring the stares and gasps of the people around them, they followed the trail, the pungent stench of demon. It took them away from the busy streets, which was not surprising. No one, not even the demons invading Earth, wanted their existence to become public knowledge, not yet anyway. It was an unwritten rule, and the only thing Heaven and Hell agreed on.
The scent grew unbearably strong as they approached a parking garage. A woman’s cry echoed off the concrete walls.
They moved in, not wasting another minute, and jumped the stairwell to the lower level.
Standing in a circle were six Sitri demons, laughing as they surrounded the human female. Sitri were known as mischief-makers, lovers of disorder and mayhem. In Hell, they moved in packs; on Earth, they were forced to stay apart, but it looked like these assholes had formed a support group and decided on a night out on the town.
They turned as the knights walked in, instantly baring their teeth and crouching into fighting stances. The woman didn’t wait for an invite; as soon as the demons turned their backs she bolted for the exit. Psychos that these particular demons were, they didn’t do the same and run for their lives. They grinned…then they ran at them.
Chaos drew his sword and Gunner palmed his Glock. Lazarus let one of his knives fly, the blade burying in a demon’s shoulders. Chaos and Gunner were now cutting through the others as Lazarus strode toward the bastard screeching on his knees.
He reached for the knife still buried in the demon—
Fuck.
Lazarus dropped to his knees when what felt like three thousand volts shot up his spine and hammered him in the back of the skull. The demon in front of him took the chance he’d been given, yanked the blade from his shoulder, and buried it in Lazarus’s stomach.
Lazarus hissed and fell forward as that same force nailed the base of his spine a second time. He dropped like a sack of rocks, his face making nice with the asphalt. He tried to get up. But nope, moving wasn’t an option just yet. His spine torqued as the next wave came, attacking every nerve ending, lighting him up like he’d just taken a seat in an electric chair.
The demon came at him again but was pulled off him by Chaos. Its shriek echoed off the walls a moment before it was cut off by a wet gurgling and the thump of its body hitting the ground.
Lazarus had no choice but to lay there in shock, blinking at the blue Corolla parked beside him while blood leaked from him like a sieve.
Somehow, he knew exactly what had just hit him, the thing that had dropped him to his knees, and he didn’t mean the blade that had been buried in his gut.
The powerful instinct couldn’t be denied.
He didn’t fucking want it. He sucked in a rough breath and tried to sit up. Nope, moving was still a no-go.
This can’t be happening.
But it was.
He’d prayed, he’d bargained, he’d wished on a fucking shooting star that this day would never come. Turned out no one gave a fuck what he wanted, and the fates had decided to give him a mate anyway.
And she’d just unknowingly sent him a message.
Now he had no choice but to go get her.
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Sherilee Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn't writing sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance, searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.
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