Page 64 of Her Males

The sound of screaming draws my attention, and I hurry into the foyer to see what’s happening. My eyes harden as I spot Shay sprawled out on the floor, her hands clutching her head as Aziel throws her to the ground.

She smells like Charlie.

“Where is she?” Aziel spits.

Silas appears a second later with her son, Don. The demon is gangly and weak, and he looks pitiful as he tries to fight out of Silas’s hold. He screams, and Silas wraps an arm around his throat before sinking a knife into his abdomen.

Shay cries as she watches her only child bleed, but I don’t have it in me to feel bad. She’s done an excellent job hiding Don’s existence from the world, but she should’ve known Aziel would have inspected every aspect of her life when she became close to me.

We long ago agreed to leave her son out of our issues, especially considering he’s still relatively young, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, in human years, he’d be considered elderly.

“Where’s Charlie?” Silas asks.

His voice is unnaturally cold, and the power that radiates from him makes me shiver. I’ve never been on the receiving end of a fate’s anger, and for once, I realize why so many hate his kind. He’s fucking scary.

Silas cocks his head to the side and twists his knife in Don’s abdomen.

The man cries out as his knees buckle. He may be a full demon, but sending him to be raised by the fairies made him weak. That breed is much too soft for the world he rightfully belongs in.

Shay’s done him a disservice.

“Charlie’s safe! She’s safe! You can hate me all you fucking want, but I did what needed to be done.” Shay gasps, crawling away from Aziel.

He smiles as he stalks toward her, and I jump in the way and grab his shoulders to stop him. His pupils are fully dilated, and we don’t need him losing control right now. Aziel curls his fingers around my wrist, his grip bruising, but he doesn’t fight me as I pull him away from Shay.

Silas removes the knife from Don’s stomach.

“Tell us exactly what you mean by that,” he says.

I pull Aziel back another few steps. Watching a man being stabbed will only make it harder for him to calm, but I know trying to get him to step outside isn’t going to happen.

“She came to me,” Shay says, her voice shaky as her eyes dart toward her son. “I swear I didn’t come for her. She asked me for help!”

Charlie would never do that to us, and one glance at Silas’s crazed expression tells me he’s thinking the same thing. Whatever Shay did to our female, she’s lying through her teeth trying to cover it up.

Aziel grunts and tries to shove me aside, but I bury my face in his chest to distract him. My arms slide to his waist and squeeze, forcing him into a tight hug. He stiffens, and I let out a fake sniffle before nudging my face into the skin where his shoulder meets his neck.

He needs to calm, and I’m not above pretending to cry to get him to do it.

I feel him hesitate, his muscles taut as he runs a hand down the center of my spine. It’s about time he lets me settle him. We’re bonded, for fuck’s sake. This is my job.

Shay continues to spit her lies. “She texted me off Gray’s phone a few hours ago. She asked what she could do to help. I took her to Mammon, and she chose to stay there.”

“Charlie wouldn’t fucking do that,” I snap. “What’d you do with her?”

Aziel be damned, I spin to face the female and her weak excuse of a son. Shay doesn’t even look at us, her teary eyes focused only on the blood that pours out of her spawn’s stomach.

“Go to Greed and see for yourself,” she says, scrambling to her feet.

Aziel grabs the back of my shirt and buries his face in my hair, and while I’d typically be over the moon that he’s using me, I can’t bring myself to care. I need to know where Charlie is.

Shay’s too smart to have killed her, but if she’s done anything to harm my female, I’ll let Aziel rip out her throat.

I can tell Shay wants to teleport, but she won’t leave Don. She knows he’d be dead the second she disappeared, and it’d only be a matter of time before Aziel found and brought her back.

“I offered to take her home, but she chose to stay. I’m not lying,” Shay continues, backing up against the wall.

I shake my head, refusing to believe it.

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