Page 10 of Knight’s Absolution

Luna froze, blinking at the male right in front of her. Shocked. He had. He’d heard her.

“Over there!” one of the demons yelled.

They’d seen Gunner.

“They’re coming,” she said urgently.

He spun around, drawing his sword.

But it was too late, the demons had revealed themselves, weapons in hand. They attacked his brother, and Gunner ran to help him.

Luna clenched her fists so hard her nails bit deep into her skin, trying to lift a block around him. Why was she risking everything for this male? It didn’t make sense.

But again, she couldn’t stop herself from trying.

Still recovering after her last punishment, she had to fight for it. Her nails dug deeper into her palms, and blood dripped down over her knuckles as she called her power forth.

Her eyes rolled back as agony stabbed at her repeatedly. She wasn’t strong enough for this, not yet.

Just a little longer.

Demons attacked from the front, and Gunner fought them back with his sword, his battle cry lifting goose bumps all over her skin. The brothers were outnumbered.

Bloody tears streaked down her face, but not from using her power, and not from physical pain. She was used to that. She lived with that every day. What did these tears mean? What did any of this mean?

A demon ran at Gunner from behind, about to bury his blade in Gunner's skull.

Now. It had to be now.

The block flew up as the demon appeared, stabbing at Gunner. Instead of stabbing the knight, he hit her shield. The hilt of the demon’s knife bounced back, hitting him in the face with a bone-crunching thud. The demon shrieked in pain, and Gunner spun around with a snarl, weapon held up, ready to fight. More demons came at him, but met the same fate, failing to make contact with the massive knight.

She forced herself to let her block dissolve, now that she’d ruined the demons’ chances of a sneak attack. She’d seen Gunner fight before, these demons were no match for the warrior, and he proved it by tearing through them easily.

Still, she kept her power simmering, ready to throw up another block if necessary, and blood from her hands had pooled at her feet by the time Gunner and his brother had killed them all. At least twenty demons. Sir would be furious.

Gunner turned in a slow circle, looking for more, but there were none.

Grace had told Luna that the knights could protect her—and in a moment of weakness, the urge to go to Gunner now, to reveal herself, to ask him to take her with him, almost won out.

But she couldn’t leave Ronan behind. He was being held somewhere close, he had to be, and until she could free him as well, she couldn’t leave.

With one last look at Gunner, Luna spun and ran around the side of the house and through the back door before the sensation inside her, the one tempting her to get closer to the knight, became too much to resist.

Padding up the stairs, she eased the bedroom door open and slipped back inside. It was dark, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust.

She blinked several times at the rumpled covers on the bed.

The empty bed.

Her gaze flew around the room.

Sir stood by the window, still naked, his back to her, body held rigidly and fury rolling off him.

“Sir…”

The door slammed shut with invisible hands, the lock clicking in place, sealing her in.

She began to shake, her buried human instincts reacting to his fury all on their own. “I can explain…”