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The long lilac hair and matching purple eyes were a dead giveaway. The young woman gawking at us was a mage, but she looked healthy enough that I knew she wasn’t another captive.

“Thanks for the rescue,” Sin grunted, barrelling past the startled witch. “Sorry I couldn’t stick around for all the fun!”

He raced up the stairs, and the stench of blood hit me before we reached the top. Snarls and growls layered through the cavernous warehouse, pierced by the odd scream.

Hellhounds and hell-mutts, their half-canine offspring, battled in a sea of black fur and colourful flames. Carnage reigned. Bodies littered the concrete. Human. Demon. Hound.

“Fuck.” The curse fell as a strangled wheeze.

Sin broke into a run, holding me tight as he skirted the violence, snarling at anything that came too close.

A hell-mutt the size of a Shetland pony leaped for me, jaws headed right for my face.

I opened my mouth to scream, but Sin’s spiked tail slammed into the beast, knocking it off course with a canine yelp.

My hands fisted in my lab coat, arms trapped to my sides by the monster smuggling me through the chaos.

We reached the back of the compound and burst out through the mangled vehicle shutters, like some giant beast had torn through it.

Moonlight bathed the remains of hunters littering the parking lot, and I looked away before I could recognise any severed heads.

I had enough nightmares.

Sin breathed deep, squeezing me tight against his chest. “Ah, finally free.” He peered down at me trapped in his arms. His signature cruel smirk sharpened his expression. “But you’re not.”

Chapter 25

“Bad demon, put me down!” I hissed, thrashing in Sin’s iron hold for the hundredth useless time.

He grinned, wicked fangs looming in my vision. “No.”

Sin had run through the shadowed streets of Riverside for what felt like hours, leaving behind the industrial estate and skirting the city centre to plunge into the quieter housing districts.

He carried me like I weighed nothing, despite the deep lacerations in his torso that had long ago seeped through my lab coat and top to soak my skin.

Clearly, the demon was in a terrible state, limping slightly and everything, but he hadn’t so much as grunted in pain once.

Stubborn bastard.

“You’d better not be dragging me off to some dingy lair,” I muttered.

He scoffed. “I don’t just take any captive to my lair.”

I snorted, immediately annoyed at myself for finding anything about him amusing. “So you have no idea where you’re going, then?”

The steady cadence of his quiet footfalls tried to lull my exhausted body into sleep. Since the adrenaline from the attack had faded hours ago, I had nothing left keeping my eyes open except fear and determination.

I would not take a nap in my enemy’s arms.

The hunters already called me Dozer.

My heart squeezed as questions plagued me. What had happened to hunter HQ? Had anyone else survived? Was Leo dead? My uncle?

Guilt churned my gut. I wouldn’t mourn either of them. What kind of callous monster did that make me?

I supposed I had bigger problems than my faulty moral compass.

Like being kidnapped by a demon.

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