there, it didn't work.
Suddenly, the knife flew out of her hand.
Cursing, Sam looked to find another Daimon--a young woman--standing in the shadows.
The Daimon tsked at her as she fingered Sam's knife. "Nice try, but it won't work." She glanced at the combatants. "If you two don't stop, I'm going to rip out both of your spines. Open the portal and let's get this trash to Stryker before it causes any more conflict."
Stryker. Sam remembered him from the demon's memories. Oh gods, they were planning to take her into Daimon central.
They would kill her there. Why else would they want a Dark-Hunter in their domain unless it was to gut her?
I'm going to be their entertainment.
Panic set in as she fought against the net. A shimmering green mist appeared in the corner of her room. It grew larger until it was big enough for them to walk through.
Sophie went in first while the man came over to pull Sam off the bed.
Sam jerked and struggled as hard as possible, but it was useless. The net wouldn't let her move. He picked her up like she weighed nothing at all and cradled her in his arms.
I'm going to die.
She knew it with everything she possessed. No one would ever know what happened to her. The Daimons would take her into their realm and do who knew what with her before they ended her life.
So this is how my life ends. Not in battle with me taking as many of them as I can. Not in a heroic act of sacrifice.
She was going to be carried to her grave in the arms of her enemies.
Chapter 6
With no other weapon to rely on, Sam sank her fangs into the Daimon's arm an instant before he would have taken her through the portal.
Cursing, he dropped her.
She hit the floor hard, but luckily it freed her arm and part of her body from the net. She moved to roll out from under it. The Daimon recovered and caught her, then tossed the net over her again.
Ugh! She tried to fight, but that damned net made it impossible.
He rolled her onto her back, bared his own fangs at her, then plunged a dagger deep into the center of her chest--something only a Daimon with superhuman powers could do. Had she been human or a Daimon, it would have killed her instantly.
As it was, it just burned like madness. And if the idiot had possessed a brain, he'd have known that had he left it in her heart, that too could have killed her. But lucky for her, his education was stringently lacking and he pulled it free to let her bleed.
Something that wouldn't kill her. It'd just piss her off.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he snarled. "How many my people you kill that way?"
"Apparently I missed one," she ground out between her clenched teeth as she struggled against the pain. "But I won't make that mistake again."
He laughed.
Then he went flying over her, head first into the wall.
Completely stunned, she watched as Dev whipped the net off her body and tossed it to cover the Daimon. Using the net, he spun the Daimon around, then let him fly into the wall on the other side of her bed. The Daimon hit it so hard, he went through the plaster and landed in a tangled heap half in her bedroom and half in the hallway.
The bear had strength. There was no denying that.
Sam pushed herself up only to slip on the blood that still poured out of her chest. She grabbed the dagger the Daimon had dropped and went for the bastard.
Unfortunately, his
Suddenly, the knife flew out of her hand.
Cursing, Sam looked to find another Daimon--a young woman--standing in the shadows.
The Daimon tsked at her as she fingered Sam's knife. "Nice try, but it won't work." She glanced at the combatants. "If you two don't stop, I'm going to rip out both of your spines. Open the portal and let's get this trash to Stryker before it causes any more conflict."
Stryker. Sam remembered him from the demon's memories. Oh gods, they were planning to take her into Daimon central.
They would kill her there. Why else would they want a Dark-Hunter in their domain unless it was to gut her?
I'm going to be their entertainment.
Panic set in as she fought against the net. A shimmering green mist appeared in the corner of her room. It grew larger until it was big enough for them to walk through.
Sophie went in first while the man came over to pull Sam off the bed.
Sam jerked and struggled as hard as possible, but it was useless. The net wouldn't let her move. He picked her up like she weighed nothing at all and cradled her in his arms.
I'm going to die.
She knew it with everything she possessed. No one would ever know what happened to her. The Daimons would take her into their realm and do who knew what with her before they ended her life.
So this is how my life ends. Not in battle with me taking as many of them as I can. Not in a heroic act of sacrifice.
She was going to be carried to her grave in the arms of her enemies.
Chapter 6
With no other weapon to rely on, Sam sank her fangs into the Daimon's arm an instant before he would have taken her through the portal.
Cursing, he dropped her.
She hit the floor hard, but luckily it freed her arm and part of her body from the net. She moved to roll out from under it. The Daimon recovered and caught her, then tossed the net over her again.
Ugh! She tried to fight, but that damned net made it impossible.
He rolled her onto her back, bared his own fangs at her, then plunged a dagger deep into the center of her chest--something only a Daimon with superhuman powers could do. Had she been human or a Daimon, it would have killed her instantly.
As it was, it just burned like madness. And if the idiot had possessed a brain, he'd have known that had he left it in her heart, that too could have killed her. But lucky for her, his education was stringently lacking and he pulled it free to let her bleed.
Something that wouldn't kill her. It'd just piss her off.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he snarled. "How many my people you kill that way?"
"Apparently I missed one," she ground out between her clenched teeth as she struggled against the pain. "But I won't make that mistake again."
He laughed.
Then he went flying over her, head first into the wall.
Completely stunned, she watched as Dev whipped the net off her body and tossed it to cover the Daimon. Using the net, he spun the Daimon around, then let him fly into the wall on the other side of her bed. The Daimon hit it so hard, he went through the plaster and landed in a tangled heap half in her bedroom and half in the hallway.
The bear had strength. There was no denying that.
Sam pushed herself up only to slip on the blood that still poured out of her chest. She grabbed the dagger the Daimon had dropped and went for the bastard.
Unfortunately, his
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