“The dragon spoke to me too – at least I think it was the dragon. It was warning me.”
“About what?” Thorne asks.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what the words meant.”
“Probably warning you about demons,” Dray says.
“Yeah,” I say, chewing on my cheek. Maybe that’s what the dragon meant.
“Let’s get out of here,” Beaufort says. “This place is more dangerous than I thought. And that blast of light is sure to have attracted the demons’ attention.”
“Shouldn’t they be here already if they saw it?” I ask.
“I have a feeling even they avoid this place,” Thorne says, glaring down at the bones.
Beaufort wraps his arm around me and leads us onward. I’m even more careful about stepping clear of the bones as we walk. I don’t want to disturb them again. While the ghosts didn’t seem like they would harm me, they were unsettling and this place is already terrifying enough.
Finally, after what seems hours and hours, we reach the other side, and there above us on the hillside, is the crumbling remains of a fort, and at least one hundred demons hovering in the air waiting for us.
Chapter Thirty
Dray
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I knew this mission was going to be a serious pain in my ass. I didn’t know it was going to be this much of a pain in my ass.
I’ve never seen this many demons before. The sky is thick with them. Like an angry swarm.
For the first time in my relatively short life, I’m not sure I see myself escaping this one, not with my tail still attached to my butt and my head on my shoulders.
Which sucks. Because I had plans. Lots and lots of plans – most of them involving my nose, my tongue, or my cock stuffed up my Little Kitten’s pussy.
I sigh, cracking my knuckles and rolling my shoulders. What a waste! Our babies would have been seriously good-looking!
“Are you sure the prof is in that fort, Kitten? Because now would be a great time to tell us if you think he isn’t.”
“I … I can’t be certain for sure,” she says. “He feels closer, but whether he’s in there or not …” She trails off as the first swarth of demons comes hurtling towards us through the air,their eyes glinting with intent and their talons outstretched and razor sharp.
“You think this might be the time to call that dragon of yours?” I yell above the high-pitched squawking, trying to count the number headed our way and quickly losing track. Shit, that isn’t good.
“He’d never get here in time. And besides, it’s too dangerous here for him. He’s still a baby.”
I resist the urge to snort. A baby? Her dragon is huge. It carried both me and her and it definitely has a power it’s yet to unleash, one I suspect even Little Kitten is unaware of.
As much as I hate to admit it, I’d feel a hell of a lot more confident if the dragon was here with us. However, Little Kitten appears to care more about the lizard’s welfare than mine, hers, or my bond brothers’.
“Should we spread out?” I yell towards Beaufort, the very air vibrating with the beat of a hundred wings.
“No, stick together, like this,” Beaufort commands. “We’re more easy to pick out if we’re spread out.”
His sword’s no use to him when the demons are this far away, so he throws back his fist and punches his shadow magic through the air, exploding it into the path of the demons. Thorne follows suit and I’m hot on their heels and then Briony’s light is blazing a path through the darkness, crashing into the wall of demons. The first few burst into flame, disintegrate to ash or spiral towards the ground, but as quickly as they fall, more take their place and they push on closer.
“This isn’t working,” I say, through gritted teeth, struggling to hold my shadows in place against the press of demons.
“Keep the hold, don’t let them break through!” Beaufort yells.
But no sooner has he said it, but one does, screeching in triumph and flapping our way. Another follows, then a third and a fourth.
