His words broke her from her stupor, her hand scrambling around for the stake that was missing from her boot. “Shit,” she said through clenched teeth. It was gone, having disappeared in the scuffle.
Lucy let out a pained grunt, and Eva turned just as Dutch attacked, ripping down one of his wings as if it were paper. “You dirty little bastard,” he screeched. “I’m going to shove your head so far up your own fucking arse…”
“Lucy!” Eva threw the knife Kace had given her, Lucifer catching it without even looking. The silver came down in a flash, scoring Dutch hard enough for the vampire to let go, barely saving his wing.
Eva pushed herself across the room, the shattered glass crunching beneath her boots as she reached for the table. “Fuck!” The top was plastic, a wood-like texture covering the entire surface while the legs were metal, rusted.
She needed wood. Except there wasn’t any wood.
Fuck my life!
She yanked on a leg, and due to the erosion it broke off in her hand, the inside hollow. Gripping it firmly, she raced to the two men, careful to not get caught by Lucifer’s sharp wing. They were a shadowed smudge in her vision, their movements like lightening that crashed from one side of the room to another, their combined snarls blurring into a dissonance.
It took all her concentration to tear them apart, both their expressions contorted into pure rage. There was a second, a break of the two and she hit out with the flat of the table leg across Dutch’s back. The metal warped, reverberating back up at her arm.
But it didn’t slow him down, and with a hiss Dutch reared back to grab the weapon, only to turn and thrust it straight through Lucifer’s chest.
Eva didn’t have time to react, Lucifer’s eyes widening with shock before Dutch was on her, hand encircling her throat to squeeze all her air. He lifted, and if she didn’t reach up to grab his outstretched arm her neck would have broken.
“I always knew you would be so much fun.” He moved her across the room, throwing her into the lift as if she were a ragdoll. Her head cracked against the mirrored panels, the pain a quick shock but didn’t break skin.
The lift dinged, the doors beginning to close as he stepped inside with a grin. Fear forced her to her feet just as a thunder rattled the room, and Lucifer was suddenly there, a creature of pure darkness and fury. His horns had grown, reaching his jaw while his wings stretched out three times his height. His shirt was long gone, revealing a wide chest that was covered in red markings and a gaping hole, the bloody table leg held in a hand turned claw.
Dutch barely had time to turn, and just before the doors closed he was yanked back, blood splattering across her face as Lucifer ripped Dutch’s head clean off his shoulders.
Eva stood there, staring at herself in the mirrored surface sucking in staggered breaths. The lift began to ascend, and in a panic she reached for all the buttons, pressing so hard some began to crack.
Except nothing stopped her rising, so she braced herself as the lift finally came to a stop, knowing who stood on the other side of the doors.
Waiting for her.
Chapter33
Kace
Shifters were fucking arseholes. Especially bears.
“How much longer do you need?” Kace snarled, barely dodging a paw the size of his head.
“I’m sorry,” Titus said with a hum of impatience. “Did you want to do this while I take care of the fucking bear?”
Kace bared his teeth, his attention split with making sure the bloody shifter taller than his six-four didn’t disturb Titus doing his thing, and taking down the random guards who were appearing out of thin fucking air like magicians. Add that to the fact he couldn’t feel his chi, they were in a total shit storm.
“Stop toying with him!”
Kace gripped the bear’s bottom jaw. “I’m…”
His other hand closed around the top, fingers precariously close to sharp teeth already covered in his blood.
“Not…”
With a grunt he pulled, the skin between his snout splitting as the jaws dislocated, leaving them attached by a single piece of flesh.
“Toying with him!”
The bear gave an ungodly screech of pain, rearing back and Kace savoured the slight resistance as his knife impaled deep within his skull. In any other situation he would have loved to have gone hand-to-hand with a bear, that type of shifter being exceedingly rare in the UK.
He was almost a little disappointed.
