A chill worked through me at the strange language they used. It sounded ancient, exotic and completely inhuman. As they spoke, I started to get the gist of what they were saying by their gestures and the general hostile mood in the blistering air.
Titus had betrayed them, and they were here for revenge.
The half-devil answered back in the same foreign tongue. By the cultists’ response, I took a wild guess that Titus was basically telling them to eat shit.
They didn’t like that.
Four of them surged for Titus. The one closest didn’t make it more than a few steps before he fell to the ground, his throat gaping and blood gushing onto the forest floor.
Titus licked his claws, wings flexing behind him. “Who’s next?”
A heady cocktail of horror and fascination slammed through my veins. He’d moved so fast, I’d barely seen him twitch. Now a monster lay bleeding out at his feet, wheezing his final breaths.
Titus Leeds was more deadly than I could have guessed.
Swampish heat crept between my thighs, making me curse my traitorous freaking vagina. Why did watching Titus murder men to protect me turn me on? This wasn’t the time or place. To confirm that, two of the devils’ masks shifted in my direction.
Could they smell my arousal?
They started for me, their glowing white eyes flashing behind their masks’ slitted eyeholes. “Look at this human slut,” one of them said to their companion, switching to English. “Why would the Keeper’s boy betray us all for this skinny little bitch? What’s so special about her, Titus? Her cunt can’t be that good.”
A cruel laugh echoed from behind the other cultist’s mask. “I say we give her a taste and see what the fuss is about.”
“No!” Titus lunged for them, but the other three cultists were surrounding him.
I dropped the backpack to the ground and fumbled for the wrench I’d seen Titus pack last night. When my fingers closed around the metal handle, I muttered a victorious, “Yes!”
I brandished the wrench, the flames ravaging the cabin flashing in its metallic surface.
The robed devils jumped back at my makeshift weapon. Then they realized it was a wrench and started to laugh. “Foolish human slut. What exactly are you going to do with that?”
One of them swiped a claw at me, and I ducked—just in time with how the sleeve of his robes brushed the top of my head. I jammed the head of the wrench into his crotch. When he crumpled to the ground clutching his damaged goods, he lifted his face to the sky and he started muttering prayers.
I rose to my full height and looked down at the monster with a manic smile. “Praying to your Elder? Tough shit. I hear he doesn’t wake up from his nap until tomorrow. Should have waited a day to fuck with us.”
Mustering all my strength, I brought the wrench down on the man's skull. My makeshift weapon caught on his horns, cracking them. His screams of pain only encouraged me. I bludgeoned him over the head again and again, until his mask cracked, revealing his blood-smattered face.
He had the head of a goat with glowing white eyes, and a mouth twisted in pain.
Locking eyes with him, I didn't let up, smacking him again and again until his robes ran red with blood. Eventually, his skull caved in, and the glow of his eyes flickered and dimmed.
Brutal silence.
Then I gave a crazed laugh. “That’s what I’m going to do with the wrench.”
I looked up to find Titus with his fists raised, chest heaving. Only his attention wasn’t on the devils he was fighting. They’d all paused to watch the bloody display I’d just put on with dumbfounded expressions.
“You’re going to pay for that, bitch. That was my cousin,” the fourth devil hissed.
I laughed, holding the blood-soaked wrench up like a baseball bat. “Shocker. From the sounds of it, your backwater town is just one big happy, inbred family. Queue the banjo noises.”
When he stalked closer to me with murderous intent, Titus threw himself at him. But the other three devils were already on top of him. Two wrestled him into a choke hold while the other started laying punch after punch into his stomach.
“Titus!” I took my attention off the devil approaching me for just a moment.
It was long enough for him to slap the wrench out of my hand and grip my throat. I sputtered in surprise and clawed at the hand holding me.
“When I’m done using your pussy, I’m gonna cut it off and keep it as a little keepsake to remember you by. The Elder One won’t mind me taking that. All he’s after is your soul. I’m going to have my fun with you, and then, tomorrow night, I’m going to have fun watching him cut your soul out of your body.”
