“So, you condone places like this?” Kira shot Dare a dagger-like stare. “Monsters trafficking innocent children?”
“Let me put it this way, unless it concerns me, myself, and I, I don’t usually trouble myself at all.” A shrug, but something dark and fierce burned in his violet eyes. “However, I’ve come to the conclusion that children will always be the helpless little pawns used in games played by all. Besides, I’m bored, and I wanted to see which of these two—a Sin’s heir and a hotheaded Guardian—would take on those scumballs in the arena and win. Want to make a bet, sweet Kira? Me, I’m going for the hothead.”
Kira bit her lip as if to hold back a smile after that bullshit deluge. Before he ruined this operation by staking the ass, balls first, to a stalagmite, Týr pulled Kira close, relishing her little gasp as she hit his chest. He let their molecules scatter.
Reforming a few feet from the rush of demons swarming into the place, he scanned the area for more threats. Hell, this entire place screamed peril. As they made their way over the rocky grounds toward the guarded gates beyond, the demons’ red gaze flickered over their little group before dismissing them.
Týr frowned. No one stopped them?
Dare has his uses,Riley telepathed him.
“You know,” Kira said, speaking to the rat-fucker again. “Damon never mentioned that he had a twin, but then it’s not like he ever talked about himself—”
“Here.” Týr cut off her convo. He handed her the iron dagger he’d swiped from one of Wrath’s armed guards earlier. “When you use this, make sure it’s to kill.”
Her eyes wide, she nodded, palming the weapon like a fighter would, understanding that stealth and quiet were now required. She fell silent as they swiftly moved around the looming stadium walls toward the back. Screams and yells echoed, weapons clanging as demons cheered on the fight in the arena.
Týr froze, his breath jamming in his throat. He shut his eyes, trying desperately to mute the old roars in his head, when a hand settled on his back. Just her touch, and the oppressive darkness and voices holding him prisoner receded. His gaze met hers, and she smiled. No words, just a smile, and he realized that she understood.
Yeah, he had his moments, but he wasn’t beaten. He hadn’t been in three and a half thousand years, he wouldn’t let that shit get him down now. Not when he had a new life to look forward to with this incredible female at his side. Now to rescue the kids and get the hell outta this shitpit.
Eyes hardening, Týr looked around him. Dammit. He couldn’t dematerialize since he didn’t know the layout of the damn place. The buildings at the far side formed a semi-circular pattern and faced the foot of the crags, probably to conceal their fucking vicious activities.
“Dare, you know what to do,” Riley’s low voice drifted to Týr.
“On it.” The male vanished without even a quip to Kira.
Riley slipped into a large room and quickly tackled the guards manning the place. Týr grabbed the other and sliced his throat before he yelled. Then he let power shoot through his palm and into the rapidly regenerating demon, burning him to ash in seconds.
At the sounds of a scuffle behind him, followed by a feminine grunt, Týr spun around, his breath cementing in his lungs. And then he gaped.
“Don’t ever touch me like that!” Kira glared at the two demons on the floor, writhing to break free of glimmering red strands netting their bodies. She rubbed a hand over her chest making Týr want to gut them open.
The harder they fought, the deeper the threads sliced through their flesh. Blood soaked their clothes. Before their screeches alerted everyone, Týr flung two arrows of fire into them. Like a snake, it slithered beneath their skin, and the shrieks started. The demons heated like lava. Týr hastily shoved Kira behind him as the bodies exploded into blazing, charred lumps that fell to the ground, disintegrating seconds later.
Kira stared wide-eyed at him. “I knew you could summon fire, but that?”
“Iamfire,elska, I can do almost anything,” he drawled, so damn grateful that she could handle herself. Then, he arched a brow. “What about you and those threads?”
“I didn’t know I could do that…” Her gaze rushed to where the demons were now a pile of dust. “I got really mad when they grabbed me. I wanted to kill them, and thenthathappened.”
“You trapped them without even changing their hair color. Now that’s a little boring,” he teased, scanning the area again for danger. She laughed. He had a strong inkling that ability of hers would have sliced those demons up into chunks, but he refrained from saying so.
“So, you’re pyrokinetic?” She grasped his back pocket, keeping hold and following him down the darkened passage.
“Yeah. But this ability isn’t one I can freely use on the mortal realm.”
Piles of ash lined the dingy corridor. Voices reached them.
Stealing along the shadowy wall, Kira behind him, Týr dispatched more demons unfortunate enough to step into his path, until they finally neared the last door.
It was too damn silent.
He probed with his psychic senses and picked up several pounding heartbeats.
Riley was already working the locks, which were probably spelled. Týr stood aside and kept guard. A hint of ancient power, much like Kira’s sire’s, slithered to the surface and then suddenly vanished again.
Shit. The older demons would probably sense that influence. They had to move fast.
