Theo didn’t want to see. He didn’t want more gifts from the demon. “Where are my mates?” he questioned.
“They’re safe. Should I allow them to eat as they wait?”
Theo threw his hands up. “Sure.” Hellcats! This was ridiculous. And not in the fun way that Wylder was.
“Done. Now come along. This is the best present ever! I must give myself credit. I really outdid myself with this one.” Micitian grabbed Theo’s shoulder, transporting them.
* * * * *
Dario
“Pizza?” Wylder leaned closer to the table in front of them now laden with twelve pizza boxes. “I don’t get it.”
Mitch rolled his eyes. “Micitian probably asked Theo what he wanted to eat and Theo said pizza. He’s just showing off and telling us that he has Theo right where he wants him.”
Dario glanced over at Mitch and winced. Mitch was in his natural form and was so mad that smoke literally escaped his nostrils. That just made the guilt deep in his gut grow. Dario had screwed up. Until they moved into the new house, the agreement had been that Theo and Wylder were never left alone. It had been on his watch that Theo had been snatched away.
It had been years, if ever, since Dario had been this helpless. This was even worse than the first time that Theo had been summoned. Theo was in the hands of a demon god that had no reason not to hurt him. Why would Micitian even take Theo? What purpose would this serve?
Mitch was certain that his sire wouldn’t harm Theo but Dario didn’t have that trust.
“You need to calm down.” Wylder patted Mitch’s chest. “Want some pizza? I’m starving.”
Mitch sighed. “We might as well eat. It could be hours of waiting at this point.”
Alek opened the top pizza box before placing slices on plates and passing them out. Dario accepted his plate only to set it on his lap. How could he think about eating when Theo could be going through anything as they sat there doing nothing.
“Eat.” Alek nudged his knee. “Theo is going to be fine.”
The large screen in front of them turned on, showing a video of Theo and Micitian in a hallway. Theo was yelling, yelling at the demon, before Micitian opened the door and snapped a prisoner’s neck right in front of their boy.
Theo looked like he was going to throw up.
Dario leapt to his feet, sending the plate on his lap flying. Mitch was also standing and cursing his sire in his native tongue. Dario had never heard that from Mitch. It was kind of hot.
The video changed to show Theo following Micitian down another hallway.
“Now what?” Dario growled.
“Who was that?” Wylder questioned.
“I didn’t recognize him,” Alek stated.
Neither did he.
“Probably someone that my father has an issue with. I’m not sure what he is trying to prove,” Mitch said.
“Poor Theo,” Wylder whispered.
“He was practically vibrating,” Dario pointed out. “He needs to control his magic. There is no telling what Micitian might do then.”
Dario fell back onto the couch. He couldn’t help but blame himself for Theo being there.
If he could do something, Dario would take Theo away and never let anyone around him again. Over the years, the dragon population had dwindled toward practically no numbers. The power the dragons once held placed their kind above other magical creatures. Which had also been their downfall. One scale from his dragon form could go for millions on the dark net due to the magical properties. Yet here Dario sat, helpless to do anything for Theo.
“What is that?” Wylder pointed toward the screen.
“The chamber,” Mitch said softly. “It is where my sire places the prisoners he most enjoys torturing.”
