Page 3 of Knight’s Dominion

Yeah, she could feel it.

And she was ready.

CHAPTER 2

Chaos stood in the center of the alley, his brothers with him. Rocco to his right, Kryos and Lazarus a few steps behind. Gunner had taken his left with Zenon close by but, as always, concealed in shadow.

For the first time in a long time, they were the tight, unbreakable unit they were meant to be.

Only the unit was missing one vital member. Tobias. And right now, the loss of their brother had never felt so raw. He should be there, standing with them.

A familiar energy shivered across his skin, lifting the hair on his arms. Fuck. He'd been expecting it, knew it was coming, and still the sensation unsettled him, made him restless, off balance.

She was here.

With her little posse of vigilantes.

He shook out his clenched fists, jerking his head from side to side, cracking his neck to release the tension flowing through his body at her arrival. He looked up, unable to stop himself.

Sure enough, his gaze instantly went to the slight figure dressed in all-black. Her gentle curves were highlighted by the glowing neon signs behind her. Her fingers were curled around her crossbow, the thing hanging loose at her side—locked and loaded and ready to take someone’s fucking eye out.

Roc snorted. "Persistent, aren't they.”

"Suicidal is what they are,” he ground out.

The female moved closer to the edge and had the damn nerve to wave down at him.

“She totally likes you, brother,” Roc said.

Her hand was still raised, and he watched as she made a fist, then slowly lifted her middle finger.

Chaos clenched his teeth and bit back a growl.

“Aw, look at that, you’re still her favorite,” Lazarus said. “I mean, the death threats alone are a sure sign she wants you."

Rocco nodded. "Absolutely. I've seen those crazed eyes trained on you through that freaky black ski mask. How can you resist that whole Jason Voorhees, Friday The Thirteenth thing she's got going on? So hot, man."

Chaos pinned the guy with a cold stare. "Shut it."

Gunner chuckled, the scar through his upper lip making his mouth twist up on one side. The sound was rusty as hell but good to hear. Something was up with the male, had been for a while now, but so far, he hadn’t been in the mood to share.

The wall in front of them shimmered to life, and all conversation died an abrupt death.

The metallic scrape of Chaos’s sword being pulled free seemed loud in the silence. “No one’s getting past us today.”

His brothers grunted their agreement, aggression rolling off their powerful bodies as they shifted, preparing to fight.

“Never thought I'd say this, but Chaos is right. Kill anything that moves,” the pain in his ass above the alley said, weighing in.

Chaos growled, not only at what she’d said but at the sound of his name coming from her smart mouth. That slightly husky voice echoing down at him caused fire to burn in his gut and lick over his tingling skin. He ignored it and aimed a hard stare at her. “Do not kill anything that moves. Some could be seeking refuge. Not all demons are created equal."

Her spine straightened. “You're so goddamned blind. As soon as you turn your back, they'll slit your throat..."

"You'll do as I say, or you'll leave."

She laughed, a bitter, raspy sound that skittered down his spine. “You gonna make me, princess?”

Rocco choked beside him.