Page 55 of Savage Blood
Had The Collective already found us?
Wrath and Ruin slinked across the room, their irises darkening to pools of obsidian. Now that Ruin’s hair was disheveled and he wore jeans and a t-shirt instead of hisusual tailored suits, he and his brother looked nearly identical.
The doorknob jiggled, and Fane and I released our talons. As the door opened, Wrath lunged for the intruder.
“Chill the hell out. It’s me!” Logan gently shoved Wrath out of the way. “I’m on your team.”
A breath of relief burst out of my lungs at the sight of the charming high demon dressed in all black and sporting a knit beanie.
“Strawberry Shortcake?” Hawk bolted from behind Logan and, when he saw me, hurried across the tiny apartment. “You’re okay.”
He engulfed me in his arms and lifted me from my feet. Fane grumbled and released my hand before my wrist could bend at a painful angle.
“I missed you, too, Hawk,” I mumbled as a smile pulled at my lips. His clean citrus scent filled my nostrils, and I inhaled a familiar piece of home.
Wait. What the fuck was Hawk doing in the Underworld?
Panic sliced at my heart, and I forced him to drop me. “You can’t be in the Underworld. It’s too dangerous.”
He smirked. “Danger’s my middle name.”
“I thought it was handsome.” Logan pulled the knit hat off and tossed it on the crooked coffee table, revealing his lustrous golden-brown locks.
Fane crossed his thick arms. “What are you guys doing here?”
“We lost communication, so we got worried.” Logan withdrew his phone from his pocket and shook the device.
Spelled cell phones worked in other realms, but few demons in Vlehull walked around with a hunk of plastic stuck to their hands like humans did on Earth.
Ruin leaned on the kitchen counter and pushed the map of Vlehull toward Saint. “Roman probably enchanted the area to scramble cell phone reception.”
Logan went rigid, his usual charm suddenly muted. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I didn’t expect to be here.” Ruin shoved his hands into his pockets, his head bowing, tossing outgrown navy strands in his face. “Let’s get this over with. Tell me what an evil bastard I am. Everyone else has.”
The flickering candlelight danced in Logan’s electric blue eyes, but the shadows curling within them had chills skating down my back. He rarely allowed his dangerous side to show.
It was definitely out to play right now.
“Nah, I won’t do that.” Logan crossed the room toward the former high lord of Savannah, his boots barely making a sound on the dull wooden planks.
Ruin’s head snapped up. “Really? You don’t think that.”
The ominous laugh gliding out of Logan had the air thickening and cooling twenty degrees. “Oh, I have lots of thoughts on you, Ruin. I just know my words won’t make a dent in that impenetrable skull of yours.”
“I’m really sorry that I?—”
Logan punched his former friend’s cheek, forcing the high demon to stumble back. “My words won’t make a dent, but my fist might.”
Saint darted between the two high demons before a brawl could erupt. “This is not the time to fight.”
Logan’s mouth curved into a snarl. “There won’t be a fight. It’ll be a murder.”
Ruin wiped black blood from his split lip. “I deserved that.”
“Damn right you did. And more.” Logan tried to lunge forRuin again, but the young alpha snatched his arm and hauled him back.
“We have to lie low until we can get out of this realm,” Saint said, his grip unyielding. “Two powerful high demons fighting will draw attention.”
