Four Dark Demons tried to overwhelm him. Mistake. He spun through them like a dancer, his blade finding throats and hearts with surgical precision. Bodies fell around him in a spreading pool of blood.
Movement drew my eye. Ari was hauling himself upright, one hand braced against the wall, blood streaming down his temple from Hades' brutal attack. His gaze swept the cathedral—taking in the massacre, the corpses, his crumbling victory. When his eyes found mine, I saw something I'd never seen before.
Fear.
"Hades,” Gunnar's voice cut through the chaos, low and deadly. The Catan dragon's head swiveled, his mane swishing as he cocked his head at Gunnar, his golden eyes glowing. "Make Ari tell us where Ebony is."
Ari spread his wings and launched toward the broken rose window, flying erratically as blood dripped from his wounds.
Fuck. The bastard was making a run for it. That wasn’t happening. I shifted into a bat and soared after him.
But Hades gave chase, his powerful wings beating as he closed the distance.
Ari flew out of the broken window into the night.
Then, suddenly, Hades stopped mid-flight. He wheeled away from Ari and dove back down, landing in front of the broken altar. His lion's nose pressed to the ground, sniffing frantically.
He'd found something.
