Page 62 of A Spark Of Revenge

“Umm… I… Would you please cover up?!” I shout over my shoulder. I hear another grunt, but this time with a rustle of fabric. After a moment, I peek a glance over my shoulder and sigh in relief when I see Razar has wound the small blue towel around his trim hips. It's not covering much, but at least the anaconda he’s packing between his legs has been tucked away. “Would it have killed you to put clothes on?” I snarl at him, my anger rising as Razar stands there, arms crossed over his wet chest, glaring at me.

My only answer is the irritating arch of his brow, and I narrow my eyes at him, trying not to look at the perfectly formed ‘V’ that is showing above the towel and the dark line of hair that trails from Razar's belly button down to that freaking… weapon! Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare back at him, opening my mouth to demand the location of my cat is, when a small meow filters through the room, answering my unspoken question. I dart a look over to the impeccably made bed, finding Milo rising to his small paws, yawning as he stretches. I growl and lurch forward, ready to take my cat back just as Razar’s big arm snags me around my waist, stopping me from getting to Milo.

“Stop taking my cat!” I yell at him, kicking him in the shins before getting him good in the ribs with my elbow. Razar grunts, his grip loosening, and I kick back, throwing all my weight into his body, sending us to the floor in a crumpled heap of limbs and skin. “Dammit!” I gasp, twisting and shoving off Razar, getting to my hands and knees as he growls and kicks my hand, making me face-plant into the cold floor with a huff.

I thankfully stop my nose from crashing into the stone, but I’m not fast enough to get up before Razar grabs me by the waist and rolls, turning us so fast I scream. Then I find myself staring up at his angry dark eyes as he plants a knee on either side of me. Long strands of black hair hang around him like a curtain as he bares his sharpened teeth at me. “He’s mine!” he snarls in my face like a damn animal, and I shake my head, then do the only thing I can since the Demon above me is so much stronger. I reach up and poke him in the eye, making Razar curse and jerk back, his hand flying to the eye I just assaulted. I immediately roll away from him and jump to my feet, gazing at him as I skirt the walls of the bedroom to avoid getting caught and rush over to Razar’s bed.

“No! Milo is mine! Get your own damn cat!” I grumble over my shoulder, glaring at him as I scoop Milo up in my arms, calming a little when he starts to purr.

“Pup,” Razar growls in warning, jumping to his feet, his bright red eyes watering as he stalks toward me.

“No!” I shout, pointing at him like that will somehow stop his forward pursuit. “Knock it off. Milo is mine, Razar!” I shout and then scream when he lunges for me, arms wrapping around both me and Milo as he lifts me off my feet. Milo hisses in response, his bright blue eyes locked on Razar's hand before he scratches the hell out of it. “See? He doesn't even like you!” I point out, kicking my legs in the air while Razar growls at me like a rabid beast.

“You have no idea what you're talking about. My tiny monster has no fear of me,” he growls into my ear, making me shriek in outrage when Razar bats Milo from my arms. My cat leaps to the bed before hissing at the two of us in response and jumping to the safety of the small ledge of the window.

“Dammit! Razar, let me go!” I reach for my kalis, and Razar chuckles, his big hand covering mine before I can grip the handle; then he spins me so I’m facing him.

“You know, at least there is something good about you… You always go for your weapon when you’re mad,” he snarls, then tosses me on his bed, following me down and pinning me to the mattress with his heavy weight. His fingers pluck my kalis from its sheath as he taunts me with it, spinning it between his fingers like a toothpick. “That and you never give up, despite how pathetically outmatched you are,” he muses, his raspy voice becoming stronger the longer he talks.

My hands inch down slowly as I grab the throwing blade tucked in the thigh holster at my side and glare up at Razar. “At least I don't underestimate my enemy,” I hiss between my clenched teeth. Razar's dark expression lightens in amusement, and he leans down just as I dart a hand up, bringing my blade to the side of his throat the way Lennox told me to. “Don't get cocky,” I whisper, arching a brow in challenge at the Demon Prince hovering above me. “It could get you killed one day.”

Razar's breath stills, his eyes locked on mine as a slow smile forms at the side of his lips, scaring the shit out of me as he nods in approval. But before either of us can say anything more, a loud horn sounds through the air in warning, making Razar and me dart a look to the window where Milo is sitting, cleaning his paws.

“It's too soon,” I whisper, my fear ratcheting up as Razar jumps off me. Then he shocks the hell out of me by yanking me to my feet and hauling me close as he steps in front of the window. “Lennox said the Seniorem was still several days out,” I whisper, and Razar nods, his eyes narrowing as he stares out into the snowy landscape.

“They should be,” he agrees, then curses, letting me go and rushing over to his dresser.

“Is it the Russians? I ask, peering back out the window before turning just in time to see Razar drop his towel, giving me a prime view of his round, muscular ass. “Jesus! You need to learn some decorum,” I grumble, shaking my head as Razar steps into his pants and shrugs a loose-fitting black shirt over his head.

“They wouldn't blow the horns for anything but an enemy,” Razar growls, shooting me a dark look as he toes on shoes without socks, then moves over to a small set of drawers, grabbing a few knife belts and harnesses full of small blades. Then he’s walking over, dropping to his knee in front of me, and strapping three new knife holsters around my thighs and waist.

“What are you doing?” I ask in shock while admiring the small silver blades. They aren’t fancy like the sword Nox gave me, but they are sleek, and when I grab one, holding it in my hand to test out the weight, I smile.

Yeah, these are nice.

Razar only grunts in response to my question and stands, grabbing his cloak, throwing it over his shoulders, and clasping it before turning back to me. “You don't talk much, do you?” I mutter in annoyance.

“I would, but you won't shut up long enough for a person to get a singular word in,” he rasps out in response, then grabs my hand, tugging me to follow him. “Come on. We need to get down to the courtyard.”

THIRTY

Meyer

Razar keeps a firm grip on my wrist as we barrel down the stairs with at least fifty other Hunters behind us, all dressed in fighting leathers and all ready for battle. There is a heaviness in the air that makes me shiver as we run through the entry of the castle and out onto the frozen steps outside. Squinting through the heavy snow falling from the sky, I look around at the Rangers all dressed in fighting gear, looking at their bloodline Seniors with hardened expressions. Their hands all tucked behind their backs as they stand at attention as their Senior shouts instructions at them like drill sergeants.

My gaze zeros in on Senior Monroe, then finds Jordan as he stands near him, his hands also clasped behind his back as his eyes roam over the Drakos Rangers, searching for Theo. I move to head over to my Bloodline, but Razar's hand tightens on my wrist as he leads me to the small stone steps that lead to the top of the wall surrounding the castle.

“Where are we going?” I ask in confusion, but follow willingly. I may have trust issues with these guys, but I’m quickly coming to realize they are the safest place to be when shit hits the fan.

“Up,” Razar growls like it's the most obvious answer ever. I scowl at him and roll my eyes.

“Yeah, I figured that much. I want to know why we are going up.”

“That's not what you asked,” he points out with a huff as we get to the top of the tall, gray stone wall. My breath hitches as I look around us. The massive clearing in front of the castle is hard to see through because of all the snow, but the large black shapes of Beastia are still easy to see.

“Uh… Pretty sure those weren't there when we looked out the window a few minutes ago,” I point out.

“Shit,” Razar snarls, yanking me close to him as he lets go of my wrist, stepping slightly in front of me.

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