He opened his eyes and found himself several feet in the air, and Derrodus, a pile of gory decomposing mess on the asphalt.
Fuck, he was back to destroying.
Bloodier than ever!
Without even throwing a punch—
Ely!
Nate spun around in the air, wings flapping, to find the Guardians next to his mate. She knelt on the asphalt, holding his sire, who still breathed. Thank fuck! Gratitude swamped him. His mate had clearly healed Aba.
No one spoke, everyone looking up at him.
“Well,” Týr said. “That’s some seriously scary-ass ability. You should join us.”
Nate shook his head, inhaling another harsh breath, his mind—his heart—on the one person who mattered. Who hadn’t said a word, moved an inch, or even blinked as she stared at him.
Ely had seen him at his worst, in the death fight, and now this.
Wings spread, he coasted back to the ground, then concealed his appendages in a smooth whoosh.
And then she was sprinting to him. “Nate! Are you all right?” Her gaze rushed over him, searching.
“I am.Now.” He dragged her close and simply held her. “I thought I left all this killing behind, that I was normal now, or as normal as one like me can be. But, apparently, it’s not to be.”
Ely pulled back. “You’re a descendant of a powerful angel, the leader of the Watchers, Nate. You could never be normal.”
“Who also possesses demon blood,” he muttered, stroking the tip of his fangs with his tongue as he scanned his sire. All appeared well. “You okay?” he asked anyway.
“I’m fine. And healed. That idiot seemed to forget I’m as old as his sire. As if a spell would take me out.” He rubbed his healed chest, then grimaced at the blood on his shirt. “The incantation merely kept me immobilized.”
“I figured,” Nate said.
“But he had to rip out my heart.” His lips twisted, then he smiled at Ely. “Thank you, child, for gifting me back this old heart.”
Her shock rolled through Nate. “I would never destroy your heart! Only evil ones,” she added.
Aba shook his head, smiling.
“Nate?” She grasped his t-shirt, worry darkening her beautiful eyes. “Won’t Azgor come after you? Now that his son is truly dead by your hand?”
Aba answered. “It’s unlikely Derrodus revealed his trickery to his sire. As far as Azgor knows, Derrodus is already dead. And it will remain that way.”
Blaéz appeared in a swirl of night air. “Got those two fuckers. Why do they think they can run once they’re in our sights?”
“Maybe they like you chasing them,” Týr taunted, and Blaéz smirked.
Did you call them?Nate mind-linked her.
No. They can sense supernatural evil. And this demon was reeking of it once his cloaking fell.
“Well, we certainly have more excitement in our life now,” Aethan drawled, kicking snow over the spot where Derrodus’ remain had been. “You good?” he asked Nate, raking back his unbound blue hair, revealing a glint of the small, silver earrings he wore.
“Yeah…” Hell, he’d done worse in his life, but having a power like that still boggled his mind. “Just never expected this kind of ability to happen.”
He nodded. “Later, then.”
Then they all dematerialized, finally leaving them alone.
