“Then we have a problem, because if you try to put your filthy hands on him, I’ll be the one to attack.”
He pulled a strange looking dagger out of its sheath at his thigh and stared a bit longer as the other stayed still.
“Step away from the Nephilim,” he commanded.
“What are you going to do with that?” I taunted, nodding at his shiny little toy.
“I’m not above using it to get you out of the way.”
“Don’t you know what happened to the last ones who tried to restrain him andget me out of the way?” He didn’t react. I need to stall, someone trustworthy would be coming soon. “They got their ass kicked.”
“I don’t care who you’re sleeping with to get your way, I’m following orders,” he said.
This damn spot was cursed. It was the exact same place where I had to fight for him the last time, and I wasn’t above burning the front door to the ground to ensure they fucking stopped trying to take him from me.
My head tilted to the side. Three hesitating guards and one asshole. I could take them.Probably. Might have to use some mind tricks, though.
“And I don’t care who gave the fucking order, my threat still stands.”
The bastard—a Divine—shoved one of the other three forward to get him moving. “Restrain him and bring him to a cell. Get the Succubus too.”
They looked like they wanted to do anything but that. But I guess they thought that rejecting an order from one of their superiors would get them in more trouble than actually listening to my warnings.
Good. Dimitri came back to me all battered, and I itched for a fight. They would do.
The first one wasn’t cautious as he tried to reach for my arm to lift me up. The four deep wounds on his shoulder, broken arm, and dislocated knee would take time to heal. Black blood dripped from my claws as he sat on the floor, holding his leg with his uninjured arm like it might fall any moment.Weakling.
The second one was slower in his approach, pulling out a similar dagger than the one who stood comfortably to the side. “You sure about that?” I asked, adjusting my stance to turn to him, keeping an ear open for his slower companion behind me.
He didn’t answer, swiping the blade between us to try and reach my throat. I dodged, grabbing his arm with the motion. Using his own weight against him, I pulled and threw him to the last one’s feet, making him step back to avoid tripping over the dead weight.
The second one jumped back to his feet, slightly disoriented as he tightened his grip on his blade.
“Those are the Immortals protecting this camp?” I grinned. “Pretty mediocre, if you ask me. I’m just aSuccubus, come on, how hard can it be?”
The demon lunged again, less cautious. I broke his wrist, making him drop his dagger to the ground. He cried out, the sound haunting and muffled by his mask. But I wasn’t done with him. I pulled the helmet off, my other hand landing on his forehead. My eyes flared as I took hold of his mind, amplifying the overpowering emotion in it.Fear. How fun.
It took less than two seconds for him to fall to the ground and pull at his hair, looking around frantically and gripping at his chest.
Good. A little fear induced heart attack was great to get him off my back.
“What the Hell did you do to him?” the third one asked, stumbling back.
But I had no time for him, as the bastard who remained to the side until now was barely two feet behind me.
I turned too late and his hand was in my hair, gripping my braid tightly and pulling me up as his dagger found a place against my throat. I fought against him, swiping at his arm with my claws, leaving deep scratches in his long-sleeved uniform and skin.
“Get some backup!” he yelled over his shoulders as I managed to push his blade away from my skin, shattering the bones in his forearm in the process.
He dropped the blade, but it sliced at my kicking leg when it fell to the ground. No matter the pain he was in, he didn’t let go of my hair for too-long seconds. Long enough for backup to show up.
But nothis.
Lightning struck my attacker and he shoved me to the ground as he fell, his body convulsing in pain. I scrambled back over Dimitri’s limp body on my hands and knees, panting from the soreness of my muscles and the pain of the superficial wounds on my throat and leg.
I lowered myself, enveloping him as best I could, whispering soft words to his ears. Over my cold dead body they’d take him anywhere other than a hospital bed or his room in Arc’s house.
A soft hand landed on my shoulder and I flinched, ready to attack once again.I need to protect him, protect what is mine. My mate. He was my mate, and he was suffering. I wouldn’t let anyone near him. No one cause him more harm.
