Page 7 of Knight’s Dominion

"Calm down.”

One of her hands broke free, and her fingernails dug into the side of his throat, scratching across his skin and taking a nice sample of his DNA with them.

“I have enough to deal with without some unstable demi getting in my face,” he ground out.

She stilled and shoved at him. For some reason, a reason he couldn't explain, he didn’t let her go.

"If it wasn't for this unstable demi, you'd be dead." She pushed at his chest again, clearly pissed. "I should have let that demon take your arrogant-fucking-head when he had the chance.”

She’d saved his ass a while back and wasn’t going to let him forget it. "You really do hate me.”

“More with every breath I take."

He believed her, could feel her shake with rage beneath his hands. "That's a lot of hate."

"You have no idea, pencil dick.”

Pencil dick was a new one. But he didn’t give a shit about her name-calling, this wasn't the first time she'd said how much she hated him, and he wanted...no, needed to know why. "What did I do to you?"

"You were born."

"I didn't exactly have a say in that."

She released a shuddering breath. "Let me the fuck go."

"If you aim those claws at me again, I'll put you over my damned knee. I'll treat you like the immature, pain in the ass you’re behaving like."

She jerked in his arms, and his dick got hard. What the fuck was wrong with him? He had to force himself to release her.

She stumbled back a step and reached behind her head, yanking her full mask off, revealing herself. She was breathing heavily, fire flashing in her expressive, mahogany eyes. “Asshole.”

He clenched his fists tighter. Her lips were full, and they thinned when her gaze locked on his, full of fury and hatred. She ran those long, graceful fingers over her hair, brushing back loose strands of the palest gold.

Finally seeing her face for the first time had a serious effect on him. So sudden, he had to lock his knees. The rich brown of her eyes, soft and sumptuous, like umber velvet, got darker. She took another step back, shaking her head. “Fix this. Do your goddamn job and fix this,” she yelled, fury exploding from her.

Then before he could say another word, she spun and sprinted into the night.

Chaos stood there alone, boots all but buried in the ashy remains of the demons they'd slaughtered, but his mind wasn't on the coming war, or what he could do to stop what could only be described as the fucking apocalypse.

Worse, it wasn’t even on Rocco and the pain he was going through.

No, all he could think was, he still didn't know her name.

CHAPTER 3

Grace wiped the sweat from her face and tossed the towel by her gym bag. Her advanced combat and defense class was coming along well, really well. In fact, there were three demi that showed real promise.

After what happened during the equinox, they desperately needed to increase their numbers. Recruitment was the main reason she’d started her advanced classes. The other classes she taught, the basic self-defense and assertive verbal skills classes, they were different. And to her, were just as important. No one, human or demi, deserved to feel defenseless, helpless. No one.

Most of her students had left, and she made her way over to the females gathering their stuff. "Mia?”

The lovely redhead turned to face her. "Hey, Grace. Class was awesome as always.”

“You’ve been practicing while you've been gone.”

Mia had been coming to her classes for a while, and Grace had immediately seen her potential, then she’d vanished for several months—thanks to one scary-as-fuck knight. She’d mated Zenon, which blew Grace’s mind. The male was standoffish and terrifying, and Mia was all warmth and sweetness. But then, they say opposites attract. Though, attraction had nothing to do with it, did it? The bond between mates bypassed all of that—whether you wanted it or not.

Grace was also good friends with Mia’s older sister, Chaya. Chaya had worked with her a few months back. Still worked with her when she could, getting intel through the sex club she owned with her husband, Brent.