Page 131 of Savage Fate

Sub-demons.

“I still think this is a bad idea, Teague,” Fane muttered, flanking my side. “If this goes wrong?—”

“Everything will be fine. With all of us, we can take the quort demons and the dragos.” I rolled my shoulders, loosening up for a battle.

Wrath, Saint, and Logan trailed behind us as the ravens fanned out. Fane and I stopped in front of the Grim Reaper statue only nightworlders and ravens could see guarding the curtain of magic concealing the Underworld portal.

I peered at the starry sky and studied the position of the moon. Something should happen anytime now.

Rustling sounded, and a buzzing simultaneously filled the atmosphere. Chills skated down my back as I recognized the sound of drago wings stirring through the air.

My pulse spiked. “Get ready.”

Fane gave a sharp nod just as a swarm of dragos converged on the area, a collection of scaly blue bodies and gossamer wings heading right for us. I ducked as one divebombed me and attempted to slice off my arm with his serrated tail.

Damn, these things are fast.

I yanked the mystical hilt out of my pocket, activating the blade. The sub-demon’s screech as I decapitated him rattled my eardrums.

“Something’s got them riled up.” Fane plucked a large one, bigger than a beach ball, right out of the air and tore his head clean off.

“We’ve got sub-demons,” Logan spoke into the radio Hawk had given him so we could communicate with the ravens. “Dragos.”

Hawk’s voice crackled over the line. “We’ve got a group of fortyno demons.”

“Fortynos?” I cursed. “They weren’t in my vision.”

I sliced my blade through the air as two dragos spun toward Fane and me, their wings fluttering and sharp tails whipping.

“Maybe you didn’t see everything.” Fane grabbed another one and ripped his head off, tossing his body into a tombstone.

My heart thumped against my chest. My mate was such a savage. Why did it turn me on so much?

As he felt the wave of attraction, Fane glanced over his shoulder and gave a feral smile before snatching another giant dragonfly sub-demon out of the air.

“Quorts are coming,” Logan yelled as the piglike monsters sprinted in our direction.

What the hell?

Did coming here and intervening change things? Would different demons attack Hawk?

Wrath punted a quort across the cemetery. “Something very strange is going on. Fortynos, dragos, and quorts wouldn’t normally attack together. Quorts and dragos are natural enemies.

The knots fisting in my gut only tightened at Wrath’s words. Their odd behavior unsettled me. This whole situation did.

Something wasn’t right.

But I couldn’t figure out what.

As more sub-demons converged on us, Fane and I fought back-to-back, taking out as many as possible. Sweat dripped down my temples, and my labored breaths reverberated. Even though we were in the middle of a clusterfuck, I could barely contain my grin.

The violence was satisfying.

“And I was worried you wouldn’t show.”

Barric suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaning against a deteriorating tombstone.

Oh shit.

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