Page 70 of Stone Heart
Chapter 23
“Ican feel the power in the air. Your winged warriors are on their way,” Geica murmured, standing next to him.
His body was still under the spell they’d put on him. She moved closer to him, running her hand down along his stomach then trailed farther south. He grew nauseated.
She gripped him in her hands, letting a growl escape her. “The masters have granted me you after they kill your precious princess.”
He cut his eyes to her, praying to be released from the spell. A pleasing smile graced her lips as she felt the size of him underneath his pants.
He. Would. Kill. Her.
With his bare hands, he was going to choke the life from her body.
“Remove your hands from me,” he groused.
“You’ll be changing your tune soon enough.” She patted his cock one last time then moved away from him.
The damn demons had tied him to a thick metal pole, literally using him as bait. He knew Vikuth would be careful when they arrived. He wasn’t sure how they’d found him. He figured it had something to do with Rina being able to contact him.
The ploy of the demons was almost comical. If he wasn’t strung up and tied to the damn pole, he’d have laughed at the crude trap. He bit back a growl. The demons gathered around, waiting for the gargoyles to arrive. A tingling sensation fizzed in his fingertips, and he froze.
He wiggled his little finger.
He grinned.
He was gaining back control of his body. He tried again, and this time, his entire hand moved. His muscles tensed, and he tried to remain stoic just in case a demon glanced his way. He didn’t want to let on that he was getting back the use of his limbs. The instant he was freed, he would take great pleasure in killing every demon he could get his claws on.
His gaze swept the land, finding none of the necromancers in sight. He wasn’t surprised. They were probably inside the demon lair, going to let their demon horde do all of the fighting for them against the gargoyles.
The sounds of leathery wings flapped in the distance. He braced himself, knowing his clan had come for him. They weren’t attempting to hide their arrival. War cries echoed through the air.
“Clan Gahnoth!” echoed, announcing the arrival of his gargoyles.
Pride filled his chest at the sight the gargoyles made against the star-lined sky. Winged beasts cut through the heavens and headed toward the demons. The sight of gargoyles landing on the ground and instantly engaging in battle with the demons warmed his soul. Growls and shouts surrounded him as the fight truly began.
Gargoyles versus demons.
No misted beings. True demons that could be touched, cut, and killed. More demons ran out of the mountains and converged on the gargoyles.
“Shit,” he hissed, seeing that his men were outnumbered. “Vikuth! Behind you!” he shouted as another demon had tried to sneak up behind his second-in-command.
Vikuth turned, bringing his talons down and sinking them into the neck of the demon.
“Clan Sukazz!” echoed from the opposing fighters.
Rhodack shot his gaze to the sky. More winged beasts cut swiftly through the darkness.
The Las Vegas clan had arrived to help.
Vikuth must have been in contact with the clan leaders. Rhodack was proud of his friends for stepping up in his absence, but if one of his men didn’t make their way to free him soon, they’d answer to him the minute he was liberated.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched as Chukai and his necromancers stepped from the gates that led into the demon lair. They stood, observing the battle.
Of course they wouldn’t want to dirty their robes.
Their eyes were drawn above. He slowly turned toward where they were looking and fell back against the steel pole in shock.
The Fae had arrived in style amongst small dragons flying through the sky. Each of the Fae warriors rode along, and the dragons flashed out and landed on the ground right in the middle of the melee. Their swords gleamed in the dark night, and they slashed through the bodies of the demons.
