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The male stiffens, his hands curling at his sides.
“Is he?” I ask, adding a second line to his flesh.
He growls, “No.”
“Then who are you serving now?”
“Helios.”
Damn it.
I dig the blade into his skin. “Why are you here?”
“To wait for you to return. To kill the one who tainted his home with their humanity.”
For a moment, I want to sag in relief. They know about me. They probably followed my scent. Something.
“Soon my brethren will take the others. Soon you all will die for your transgressions.” He laughs, forcing the blade deeper into his flesh. “But you will be dead first.”
He whirls and slashes out.
Sharp talons slice into my thigh and blood seeps through the suit. Icy pain numbs my leg and I cry out, hobbling back. He climbs to his feet and charges.
Shifting my weight, I meet his force with the blade, sinking it deep into his lowered eye. But his speed, his strength sends us careening across the floor, his bulk pressing me down even as his body sags in death.
We hit and his weight knocks the air from me again. Gasping and shaking, I try to heave him from me. There is no moving him. I wiggle under his arm and scramble up to my feet before kicking him solidly in the ribs.
He makes no sound.
Everything in me shakes. But worse is the pain in my thigh.
I glance down at the wounds. “Damn it.” I grip Caine’s shirt and rip the hem. Using the dark fabric, I bind the lacerations as tight as I dare, retrieve my gory knife, and flee.
Chapter 38
Caine
I reach for the soft warmth of Onyx’s body but find only cool sheet and empty air. Sitting up, I search the dim room. “Onyx?” There are no sounds of running water. No lights or noise from the bathroom.
But soft voices trickle to me from the main room.
Climbing from the bed, I slip on a pair of moderately clean jeans and a shirt before opening the panel wide.
“She should have been back by now,” Ruin grouses. “We should’ve sent someone with her.”
My heart stops beating.
“He’s going to fucking flip,” Tanner says.
I step into the room and find the team at the low bar. Ruin’s head whips up, his expression tight.
“Where is she?” I ask. The calm in my voice is nearly empty. Dead.
“She went to her hotel,” he tells me, walking around the counter. “She said it wasn’t far.”
“That was nearly an hour ago,” Tanner adds, his tone rumbling with his beast.
“Was she upset when she left?” They look at me. “Was she?”
