Falcyn crossed his arms over his chest as he cleared his throat. “Can I kill her now?” he asked Blaise in a bland tone that belied his fury.
“I’m about to give her to you, but aren’t you curious why she’s here?”
“Not enough to spare her life.”
Blaise laughed. “Wow. Remind me to never really piss you off.”
“I would, but you don’t listen.” As he moved to make good on his threat, the door opened to admit Urian and Medea into the room.
Falcyn drew up short at the sight of them. And at this point, he was rushing through the last of his patience for anyone. Even a woman with an ass that fine. “Here to help or to hinder? Declare yourself.”
Urian’s eyes widened before he answered. “Whichever choice ends with me on your good side.”
“Grab the bitch.”
But before anyone could move, a bright light pulsed inside the room, blinding everyone except Blaise, who couldn’t see anyway.
Falcyn cursed as pain radiated through his skull, leaving behind a flashing strobe that made him queasy as he tried to see past the swirling white dots that peppered his vision.
“Urian?”
“Blind as a bat!” he snapped in response to Falcyn’s call. “Dee?”
“Can’t see shit.” Medea held her hand up to shield her light-sensitive eyes.
“It’s demons in the room.” Blaise moved to cover them. “Gallu.”
Ah, that’s just great.
“Who invited the assholes to our party?” Falcyn snarled.
They were one of the few breeds that could infect a victim and turn them into mindless slaves.
Or killing machines. Neither of which appealed to Falcyn. While he didn’t mind senseless violence for the sake of it, he wanted the ultimate decision for who and what he killed to be his alone, and not the behest of some evil overlord. No one would ever hold dominion over him.
No one.
Something grabbed Falcyn.
He moved to punch the fool.
“Don’t you dare,” Blaise growled in his ear. “Or I’m leaving you to them.”
In another quick blur, Falcyn felt himself falling. He reached out and started to transform, then stopped himself, since the transformation could kill Blaise, or him, or both, depending on what it was Blaise was up to. Because this suddenly felt like interdimensional travel. And transforming during the middle ofthatwas never a good idea.
“Blaise? What are you doing?”
“Hang on! Everyone stay calm!”
Yeah, right. Calm wasn’t his natural state of being.
Pissed off?
Check.
“Then why do you sound panicked and why am I still blind?”
No sooner had Falcyn finished that sentence than he slammed hard against a mossy cushion. And something soft and curvaceous landed on top of him with a loud “huff.” Worse than that, it elbowed him right in the stomach.
