Page 19 of Demon’s Temptation

Brent stood. “That’s not what I said—”

She ignored him. “Diemos is clever enough to know how useful we could be, that our powers could be used to take this city. We’re hunted by his demons, targeted from the moment we transition. This is our fight as well. Use us, Chaos.”

The whole room had gone quiet, everyone around the table watching the exchange.

Chaos stood as well. “I won’t send a group of untrained civilians into a fight to be slaughtered.”

Her back straightened. “Hang on a minute—”

“We were created, put on this earth, to protect you,” Chaos said, voice hard. “We will not use you as weapons. It can only end badly, Chaya. For all of us.”

Chaos was being patient, not something he did often, but if Chaya pushed this, he wouldn’t be so kind.

“Use me. Use us. We want you to,” she said, voice getting more forceful.

Hearing her say those words—use me—every muscle tightened. Christ, it felt like his skin was too small for his body. He wanted her to use him in any and every way she could dream up.

“We?” Chaos said, voice deceptively soft. “Who’s we?”

Chaya stiffened. “I just mean demi, all of us. We want to help ourselves.”

“And you speak for them? All of them?”

Chaya growled. “Of course not, but—”

“That’s enough, Chaya,” Brent said beside her.

She turned to him, eyes flashing. “You don’t tell me when and when not to speak.”

“Okay,” Rocco said with a clap. “Who’s for dessert?”

Everyone started talking again and heading for the desserts on the table. Chaya shoved past and headed for the exit. Mia followed.

Brent caught up to Mia at the same time as Zenon did. “Let me go after Chay. I can give her a ride home.”

Brent thought he’d come up against protest, but Mia had obviously worked out her sister wasn’t in the mood to be around any of the knights, not even Zenon, because her mate would definitely not entertain the notion of either his mate or his mate’s sister taking up arms against some unknown demon force.

Mia thanked him and he strode after Chaya.

Chapter 6

“Chaya, wait,” Brent called after her.

She stilled but ignored him and carried on across the parking garage under the compound and out the door.

He was probably the last person she wanted to see but there was no way he was leaving without her. “Goddammit, Chay. Where the hell are you going?”

There was nowhere to go, she didn’t own a car, and she wasn’t exactly wearing walking shoes, though she had no trouble striding away from him in her spiked heels. The kind that made his mouth water. Add in the way she looked in her leather pants and the top that was a complete contrast, soft and skimming her lush curves, and he was gone. That was without images of those pointed heels digging into his ass while she ordered him to fuck her. So, yeah, walking was getting kind of difficult.

She reached the large corrugated gates that she needed to get by to escape and was forced to stop. She stared up at them, body rigid.

They both stood there for long seconds in silence. Finally, Brent moved up behind her. “We can stand here all night, you ignoring me, both of us getting cold, or you can get in my car and I’ll give you a ride home.”

Without a word, she spun on those sexy heels and started back the way they’d come. He followed her to his car and opened the door for her. She mutely climbed in.

Okay, so he’d count that as a small win. But then Chaya was a smart woman. She might let her emotions rule sometimes, but she was also tuned into that part of herself.

Yeah, her understanding of her emotions was spot on and she knew exactly when to let them take the lead.