“I’ve been wondering something since you showed up.”
He scowled, his gaze darting to his friends, then back to me. “What?”
I tilted my head to the side, then dropped my gaze to his groin. “Do you have one of those little weird, curly pig dicks as well?”
He roared and charged.
Chapter
Three
Lothar
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I ran toward the screams, pounding through the undergrowth as I sprinted to get to Roxy. She was a warrior, immortal, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be killed if someone got the jump on her and managed to take her head.
There was a loud splash just as I burst through the trees and into the clearing.
I stopped so abruptly, my boots skidded in the damp soil a couple feet.
Roxy stood at the edge of the pool, naked and covered in demon blood. One verahn was flailing on the water’s surface and gasping for air. Another with severed tendons flopped around on the ground at her feet, and there were two more piles of ash, demons she’d already taken out.
Ursula sat on a rock a few feet away, picking at her nails with the tip of a clean blade.
“What the fuck happened here?” I rasped.
Urs grinned over at me. “I only caught the highlights.”
“You did this on your own?” I said to Roxy. I knew she was one of Lucifer’s best warriors, that all the handmaids were deadly as fuck. Logically, I knew that, but I hadn’t seen the small female fight in a long fucking time.
Ursula rolled her eyes. “We’re not damsels, Lothar. I know you hounds get off on that shit, but you’re barking up the wrong tree if you think, at any time on this hunt, you’ll be forced to save one of us.”
“I know that,” I said, planting my hands on my hips, while I worked at slowing my heart rate.
Roxy ignored us, jumped in the pool, and shoved the demon’s head underwater, holding him there for several minutes before dragging him, spluttering, up to the surface. “Who sent you?”
He made a bunch of garbled sounds. Scowling, she wrenched his mouth open, then cursed. “No tongue. It’s been cut out. A while ago by the looks.”
She tossed him out of the pool and leaped out after him. Water sluiced off her curvy, naked little body as she leaned over him, gripped his hair, and, ignoring his screams, hacked off his head.
Fuck, I couldn’t look away, and even more disturbing, the front of my jeans started to get seriously tight. The demon turned into ash as Rox spun on the other demon flailing on the ground. “Okay, hog face, time to talk.”
Hog face?
“This the one with the pig dick?” Ursula asked.
It took everything in me not to intervene, but these were not the kinds of females you got in the way of. It would be seen as a serious insult. They didn’t need me for protection. I was here to track, but fuck it was hard to stand back and not kill something. Hounds were deeply protective of females, and it went against everything in me to do nothing.
“Yep, and if he wants to keep the curly little thing dangling between his trotters, he’ll start talking,” Rox said as she strode toward him, the knife in her hand flashing as she expertly spun it. “He was the only one doing any talking earlier, maybe he’s the only one with a tongue? Is that it, hog face?”
Roxy straddled his flailing body and grabbed his jaw.
Fuck me, she was gorgeous and sweet, but seriously bloodthirsty, and something about that, yeah, it did it for me—was doing it for me. She dragged her hand down the demon’s bloody chest and grabbed his dick. The demon’s eyes flared.
“Who sent you?”
He bit his lips together, refusing to talk.
