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Amara shifted slightly, inching her hand to her hip, closer to the knife she had hidden in her waistband. She needed time.

“What… isn’t really a question,” she said smoothly.

She barely saw him move. A cold, crushing grip locked around her throat, lifting her onto her toes.

Amara clawed at his hand, nails digging into flesh that did not give. Her lungs burned, her body desperate for air until finally, he released her. She staggered back, clutching her neck as rage simmered behind the pain.

“Why did you make that noise when he said the Warrior is dead?” His voice was eerily calm.

Amara met his stare, defiance lacing every breath she took. “Because he’s not dead, asshole.” Amara choked out, hoping she wasn’t lying. She prayed that King survived and was looking for her. It was her only hope, and she knew it. “And you better pray he never finds you.”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked at the slow-healing wound on her arm. “You gave him your blood. My spell worked.” He said excitedly as he grabbed her face in a brutal hold, looking at her eyes. “The eyes of a half-breed. Do you crave blood?”

Amara just stared at him without answering. What did he mean...a spell?

He smacked her across the face, then grabbed her again, his eyes swirled. “You will tell me what I ask of you.”

The answer was stuck in her throat, and the more she tried to hold it back, the worse it hurt. Her eyes widened at the pain. “No.” She answered, then grabbed her throat rubbing it. What the hell was that? She had refused to respond, and yet, she replied. The bastard was using magic on her.

“Valkas, we did the job and want what we are owed.” The man who shot King demanded.

The man turned his attention from Amara to him. “You will finish the job.” The man named Valkas said, his voice robotic. “And you will do it now. You will go to where you left the Warrior and kill him. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” The man answered, then headed to the car.

Amara watched, shocked, and knew she had to do something to stop him. She didn’t know what condition King was in or if he was even— No! He was alive, dammit. Grabbing the knife, she rushed the man, making a slashing move, but she was pulled back just as the blade hit flesh, slicing only his upper arm. The knife was flung out of her hand and hovered in the air. Amara was turned to face the man in the cap.

“There is nothing you can do, Amara, to stop what is to come.” He stared at her with an amused look on his face. “I am the one who made you with magic, not some serum like the others have done in the past. That has been a total disaster. You may not be strong like a half-breed, but that wasn’t my intention. No, I wanted something better. You’re Golden Blood is what I’ve been after.”

“To kill the Demon Slayer.” Amara managed to say, even though she felt like she was in a trance. She couldn’t move; she just floated in front of the man who oozed evil.

“Why yes,” Valkas smiled as if pleased. “I see he has been talking about me.”

“You will lose.” Amara had to force the words out of her throat, but she managed. Her eyes felt sleepy, and she had to fight to keep them open.

“Oh, but I’ve already won. I have my weapon now.” He sighed, then placed his hand over her face. “You, Amara, are my weapon.”

Her mind screamed for King and then was cut short as blackness overcame her.

CHAPTER 38

King was bent over, hands on his knees, as he tried to calm the fuck down. Lifting only his eyes, he saw blood everywhere, as well as the destruction of his kitchen. “Fuck!” He hissed as the energy in his body tried to overtake him again.

“Damn,” Jax groaned from the floor. “I think you broke my fucking nose.”

“Sorry,” King’s voice was harsh and deep. He really was sorry. Daniel saying he would come off the counter like a madman was definitely an understatement. At one time, it had taken ten Warriors to hold him down, and still, he got loose.

“You under control now?” Ronan shook his head as if trying to clear it.

“I think so,” King straightened, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“I hope the fuck so,” Jared crawled to the wall and leaned against it holding his shoulder as he glared at Daniel. “Would have been fucking nice to have a warning.”

“I did warn you.” Daniel pointed out. “Not listening to me was your fault.”

“Let’s go,” King rolled his shoulders, ready to go to Amara. She had been gone too long. The sound of the front door busting open had every Warrior poised for trouble with their guns pointed in that direction. King glanced to see Joey standing behind Sloan. Just then, a man walked in holding a gun, his eyes round as they searched each of them.

“What in the fuck?” Sid growled, watching the man closely.

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