“He’d called for me,” Dario said quietly. “I was preparing dinner and told him to wait. If I’d been—”
“Stop,” Mitch ordered firmly. “This is not your fault. I knew my sire wanted to meet you all.”
“How did he summon Theo?” Dario asked.
“I have no idea,” Mitch confessed.
“How are we going to get him back?” Wylder asked. He was rubbing the newly placed tattoo from the prior night when he forged a bond with his weapon. As if he couldn’t wait to pull it out.
“It won’t be fun for Micitian if we don’t suffer a little. He will also want to gloat about getting Theo, so it shouldn’t be long until he allows us entry.” Mitch was certain about that.
“This sucks!” Wylder kicked the portal.
Instead of hitting the blocked portal, Wylder fell through.
“Shit!” Mitch dove for Wylder as he ended up head-first in his own portal.
“Mitch!” Alek shouted as Mitch went through.
He wrapped his arms around Wylder as they stood in the middle of his sire’s living room.
“Where are we?” Wylder asked, looking around.
Mitch snorted. The red and gold was too much. So were the numerous paintings of his father, all of them with his sire and his massive throne which he was obsessed with. “My sire’s greeting room. Usually he pulls his guests into his throne room to show off but since he had Theo there, we’ve been designated to wait on him here.”
Dario and Alek stepped through the portal, both looking ready to battle.
Waving them forward, Mitch directed Wylder to the closest red velvet couch. “We might as well sit and wait.”
“What is he doing to Theo?” Wylder questioned, pulling Mitch to sit with him.
“I have no idea,” Mitch admitted.
* * * * *
Theo
The prison cells were just as horrible as one would think.
Theo made certain not to touch the dirty bars and avoid being grabbed by the…creatures that were reaching out for him and groaning.
“Ignore my pets,” Micitian told him. “They can be a little feisty.”
Theo shuddered as one bony hand brushed against his arm. “What did they do to deserve being here?”
Micitian laughed. “All kinds of atrocities, I assure you.”
Yeah, Theo wasn’t buying that for one second. He followed the demon to the last door. This one wasn’t made of bars but instead a solid gray door blocked Theo’s sight from seeing inside.
Theo really didn’t want to know what was inside there.
Micitian turned with his hand on the lever, giving Theo that awful smile. “My son doubted that I could be helpful to you. You should know that I can be very helpful.”
Helpful? How was summoning Theo away from his mates helpful?
“This is door number one,” Micitian said. “Or you can choose door number two.”
This was just a big game for the demon. Theo shook his head.
