Page 147 of Knight’s Retribution

There was a jumble of limbs, which was confusing since some had more than the standard four, and a few lizard-like tongues seriously getting in on the action. Taren was between a female demon’s legs, fucking her vigorously, while a male demon fucked Taren from behind.

Christ. The smell turned Rocco’s stomach.

The groans increased in intensity, the bodies moving faster. To get to Taren, he needed to get rid of the male behind him first. His sword would be too large for the tight space, so he drew his dagger instead.

He didn’t hesitate, he moved in and jammed the blade through the demon’s throat. His gurgled cry would hopefully be mistaken for the guy blowing his load. He fisted the demon’s hair and wrenched the blade in a tight circle, decapitating him, and shoved his limp body aside.

At the thud, Taren froze. “What the—” He spun around.

“Remember me?” Roc said and slit Taren’s throat before he could open his fucking mouth. Blood sprayed the female beneath him, and she shrieked in outrage. Taren’s arms flailed, still trying to grab at him. Rocco fisted his dark hair, wrenched his head back, and let his own demon roar to the surface. He held Taren’s terrified gaze and smiled before he wrenched the blade across his throat again with more force, removing his head. Diemos’s right-hand man, the fucker who had dragged Kyler into hell, turned to ash in front of him.

All of it happened in mere seconds, and Roc stepped back as the remaining three demons jumped to their feet, preparing to attack. This time he drew his sword just as the door opened behind him and Tobias ran in, Scarlet a second later, both with their own weapons.

Scarlet grinned and shut the door, locking it. “The ugly one’s mine,” she said.

“You can’t have all of them, Scar,” T said with a low laugh.

The demons screamed in fury and ran for them.

In a matter of moments, they were nothing but ash as well.

Part one of their plan was a success.

Now to play dress-up and go get his female.

Chapter 9

Taren’s red and black armor was a tight fit. Rocco may not be back to full strength, but the demon was skinny. T, still dressed in the armor of one of Diemos’s soldiers, strode along beside him. Rocco could smell the stench of Taren’s blood on his skin, feel it on his hands, and he wasn’t risking waiting even a moment to wash it off. No, he let it fuel his rage.

If Diemos changed his mind, if he came back to Kyler early or went looking for Taren, they would lose their chance. Nothing was going to stop him. He was getting her out of there tonight.

As they neared the door, he held his fucking breath, expecting someone to notice, to stop them, but no one paid them any attention. Rocco’s heart was pounding as he moved up to the charred wooden door, the huge iron key he’d taken from Taren’s room heavy against his palm. Christ, the adrenaline rush was so hard and fast he was shaking.

She was in there. His Kyler was just beyond the door.

His hand trembled so badly, he struggled to get the key in the lock.

T’s hand came down on his shoulder. “Breathe, brother.”

Roc dragged in a rough breath, and finally, fucking finally, got the key in and turned. The lock clunked loudly, and he pushed the door open and walked inside.

And froze at the threshold.

Oh fuck.

Naked and curled in a ball was his tiny female. She was bruised and battered, broken bones and cuts still healing, her dark hair a tangled mess covering her face. She whimpered and tried to shrink back, and his heart was sliced into a million razor-sharp pieces. An agonized sound tore from him, his demon right there with him. His inner beast roared with fury, calling for blood, to kill whoever had done this to her.

Tobias made a choking sound, cursing viciously.

Rocco pulled off the helmet he was wearing, dropped it, and moved toward her cautiously. “Kyler,” he choked. “Baby, it’s me.”

She didn’t move, but she shook harder as he crouched down and gently, so fucking gently, brushed her hair back. She whimpered again and tried to pull away, moaning in pain when she did. Her eyes had swollen almost shut, but her lashes moved as she struggled to see him.

She froze, then she shook her head, a sob breaking free. “N-no,” she moaned. “Not this, p-please don’t do this, not this, n-not again.”

Rocco wanted to snatch her off the bed and run the fuck out of there, but she was freaking out and her movements were causing her more pain. “Ky…baby, it’s me,” he tried again.

“Diemos likes to pretend, brother,” Tobias said. “He changes the way he looks, makes her think he’s you, that he’s saving her or that this is all a bad dream, then he shows her his true face…”