Mist filled the air over a steaming bath that took up one side of the room.
A beautiful man, blond, with muscles like the side of a rocky cliff, sat back as a woman straddled him, her blonde hair draped across her back as she groaned. Kinzer presumed this was Kryler.
Several more naked men and women lay across the bath, some fucking. Others seemed to be smoking blunts and appeared to have little desire to move.
The intruders made their way to the orgy.
Kryler gripped onto the blonde’s hair and pulled back sharply. They groaned together, and his body trembled as he seemed to finish their session. His gaze shifted to Hayde.
He was quiet until Kinzer, Hayde, and Maggie reached the edge of the bath.
“It seems Raya was right about you, Hayde,” Kryler said, expressing little concern about their presence.
The blonde who’d been riding him swam to the corner of the bath, leaving him glistening in his muscle-bound beauty.
“Got some friends here who have a question for you,” Hayde said.
“A question?” he asked Kinzer. “Please, enlighten me.”
“I’m looking for Veylo. I have some unfinished business to settle with him.”
“Don’t we all. And pray tell, why am I going to tell you where Veylo is?”
“So I won’t kill you.”
Kinzer flashed the dagger he still held.
“That seems appealing, and yet, as you can see with my dear Brittany over there…” He indicated one of the girls in the corner of the bath. She rested her fingers on a cell beside her. “… my personal guard’s already been alerted to tend to this little… problem we have here.”
Kryler’s interests looked around uneasily before rising from the bath and heading to a back door, where they quietly exited.
Kinzer heard movement behind them.
“Shit.” He turned to see several men entering the door they’d come through, armed with swords.
A chuckle came from behind him.
“So… I ask you again, why, when I have the upper hand, am I going to tell you where Veylo is?”
“You think you scare us?” Hayde asked.
Kryler looked at the men behind them, who approached.
Kryler reached into the bath, then rose to his feet, holding a sword in his hand.
“I’m gonna need this,” Hayde said, snatching the dagger from Kinzer.
He raced toward the armed immortals.
What is this crazy flit doing?
Two immortals arched around Hayde and came at him from either side. As one struck at him, he evaded the sword and threw his dagger so that it stuck in the other immortal’s throat. The immortal he’d wounded dropped his sword. Hayde snatched it mid-air, ducked, and spun around so that he sliced through the other immortal’s legs. Rising to his feet, he faced his remaining enemies. He kicked the amputated immortal’s sword so it slid to Kinzer.
“Kinzer!” he called.
Kinzer retrieved the sword, and as he checked behind him, he saw Kryler as he flew toward him, wings spread, dick dangling from between his legs, a maddened glare in his eyes.
Kinzer and Kryler exchanged blows.
