Page 158 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“Yeah. I think I needed that,” I admitted.

He nodded knowingly. For someone who was such an ass at times, he seemed to easily read us and knew what we needed before we did.

“I had a feeling,” he confirmed before gesturing to the door next to us. “The guys already got all of her stuff. Crew stepped in to help so we just have to convince Mom to come down with us. Her nurse is in there calming her down.”

I reached for the door, then froze. “What’s your mom’s name?” I felt like an idiot for not finding out before now.

“Sarah,” he answered with a small smile.

As I reached for the door, I felt all the tension and worry drain away and embraced the sense of peace taking over.

As much bullshit as we were dealing with here at Dark Haven, I also knew it’s where I belonged.

Answers would come when they were ready, and I’d show Hel I would not roll over and take the abuse she was actively sending my way.

Monty

Thursday Night

Something was wrong. I could feel it but couldn’t explain it. A sense of danger that clutched at my rib cage and made the fire there flare even stronger than before.

I slammed my hand forward, the shadows taking out the last three demons in front of me. They needed to go so I could face whatever trial was next.

There was a deep gnawing feeling that I needed to get to Harlow. Without a second thought, I flashed to the third floor.

A horde of demons and their accompanying shadows filled every available inch of the hallway.

They froze when they saw me, a chorus of angry hisses echoing in the darkness.

How had they broken through my wards?

Before they could attack and I killed them all, I went to the roof, yelling out to Kol.

“They’ve infiltrated the third floor!”

A roar of anger cut through the night in answer. Backup was coming.

The demons faltered at the sight of me appearing in front of them again. It seemed the mindless, twisted creatures had a sense of self-preservation.

My shadows filled my hands, spilling out and forming into a whip. With a war cry, I moved, crashing into the horde and lashing out. I used my whip to cut through the demons, watching them explode on impact with a satisfied grin.

Ashes rained down around me as I struck, the air filled with the scent of their death.

How had the humans and half breed not noticed?

It took a few minutes to reach Drake’s door. I slammed my hand onto it as I fought with my other.

The demons weren’t scared of me, but they should have been. My focus was never truly torn. I was Hel’s commander for a reason.

“Demons are on the floor!” I called out in warning before giving my attention back to the unworthy demons who still lashed out.

They lacked skill and weapon, it was a true slaughter, but they had numbers on their side.

Drake was there a moment later in only boxers with a katana in his hand. It would have been amusing in any other situation and I would have teased the half demon.

Roman and Harlow joined us, too, weapons clutched in their hands and determination in their eyes. For two humans whoknew nothing of this world not long ago, they were adapting beautifully.

We worked in tandem, slicing through the demons before us until the gargoyles joined. They nearly tore off the elevator door when it wouldn’t open fast enough.

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