that now surrounded the structure. Another addition.
Eagerness suddenly saturated the cool air. Bodies tensed, mouthfuls of oxygen were held. So closeâ¦
Torin, who watched them from inside the fortress on monitors and sensors, opened that gate. As they meandered toward the tall, arching front doors, Aeron squeezed his armrest so tightly it snapped.
âA wee bit excited, are you?â Strider asked, glancing at him from the rearview mirror.
Aeron didnât reply. There was a good chance he hadnât even heard the question. His tattooed face registered determination and anger. Not the usual indulgent expression he wore when about to see Legion.
When the vehicle stopped, the entire group jumped out. Glaring sunlight beat down on his body, making him sweat under his T-shirt and jeans. Gods, was it even this hot in hell?
Soon as she emerged from the car, the little Harpy stepped to the side, delicate arms around her middle, eyes wide, face pale. Sabin tracked her every movement, not even looking away when he jerked out a bag and another toppled to his feet.
How could something as vicious as a Harpy be so timid? It just wasnât possible; it didnât fit. She was like two pieces of two different puzzles, and now Paris was thinking the girl should have been blindfolded on the way to the fortress.
Hindsight. They could always cut out her tongue to keep her from talking, he supposed. Maybe cut off her hands to keep her from signing or writing.
Who are you?
Before Sienna, he would have been the one fighting to protect the female. That he wasnât now, that he actually wanted her injured, should have filled him with guilt. Instead, he was angry that he hadnât done a better job of guarding his friends against her. All possible threats had to be eliminated. Throughout the years, the other warriors had tried to convince him of that but heâd always resisted. Now, he understood.
It was too late to do anything to her, though. Sabin wouldnât allow it. Guy was wasted. Even before the rift that tore Lucienâs group from Sabinâs, Paris didnât recall ever seeing Sabin this intent on a woman. Which wasnât necessarily a good thing. If the girlâs timidity wasnât an act, then Sabin would destroy her, one bit of her self-esteem at a time.
Maddox emerged from the second Escalade, a dark slash in Parisâs periphery. The keeper of Violence didnât bother grabbing his bag but pounded swiftly up the porch steps. The doors swung open and his pregnant female flew outside, laughing and crying. Ashlyn leapt into his arms, a blur of gold, and he swung her around. They were locked in a heated kiss seconds later.
It was tough to imagine the savage Maddox as a fatherâeven if the baby ended up half demon like the Lords.
Next came Danika, who halted in the doorway and scanned the crowd for Reyes. The lovely blonde spotted him and squealed. As if that squeal was a mating call of some kind, Reyes palmed a dagger and stalked to her.
Possessed as he was by the demon of Pain, Reyes could not feel pleasure without physical suffering. Before Danika, the warrior had had to cut himself twenty-four/seven to function. During their stay in Cairo, he hadnât had to injure himself once. Being away from Danika was pain enough, he said. Now that they were reunited, heâd have to cut himself again, but Paris didnât think either of them minded.
With a growl, Reyes swept her into his arms and the two disappeared inside the fortress, Danikaâs giggling the only remaining evidence theyâd been nearby.
Paris rubbed at a sudden ache in his chest, praying it would go away. He knew it wouldnât, though. Not until heâd had his ambrosia. Every time he was around these couples so obviously in love, the ache sprouted and stayed, a parasite that sucked the life right out of him, until he drank himself into a stupor.
There was no sign of Lucien, who had flashed home rather
Eagerness suddenly saturated the cool air. Bodies tensed, mouthfuls of oxygen were held. So closeâ¦
Torin, who watched them from inside the fortress on monitors and sensors, opened that gate. As they meandered toward the tall, arching front doors, Aeron squeezed his armrest so tightly it snapped.
âA wee bit excited, are you?â Strider asked, glancing at him from the rearview mirror.
Aeron didnât reply. There was a good chance he hadnât even heard the question. His tattooed face registered determination and anger. Not the usual indulgent expression he wore when about to see Legion.
When the vehicle stopped, the entire group jumped out. Glaring sunlight beat down on his body, making him sweat under his T-shirt and jeans. Gods, was it even this hot in hell?
Soon as she emerged from the car, the little Harpy stepped to the side, delicate arms around her middle, eyes wide, face pale. Sabin tracked her every movement, not even looking away when he jerked out a bag and another toppled to his feet.
How could something as vicious as a Harpy be so timid? It just wasnât possible; it didnât fit. She was like two pieces of two different puzzles, and now Paris was thinking the girl should have been blindfolded on the way to the fortress.
Hindsight. They could always cut out her tongue to keep her from talking, he supposed. Maybe cut off her hands to keep her from signing or writing.
Who are you?
Before Sienna, he would have been the one fighting to protect the female. That he wasnât now, that he actually wanted her injured, should have filled him with guilt. Instead, he was angry that he hadnât done a better job of guarding his friends against her. All possible threats had to be eliminated. Throughout the years, the other warriors had tried to convince him of that but heâd always resisted. Now, he understood.
It was too late to do anything to her, though. Sabin wouldnât allow it. Guy was wasted. Even before the rift that tore Lucienâs group from Sabinâs, Paris didnât recall ever seeing Sabin this intent on a woman. Which wasnât necessarily a good thing. If the girlâs timidity wasnât an act, then Sabin would destroy her, one bit of her self-esteem at a time.
Maddox emerged from the second Escalade, a dark slash in Parisâs periphery. The keeper of Violence didnât bother grabbing his bag but pounded swiftly up the porch steps. The doors swung open and his pregnant female flew outside, laughing and crying. Ashlyn leapt into his arms, a blur of gold, and he swung her around. They were locked in a heated kiss seconds later.
It was tough to imagine the savage Maddox as a fatherâeven if the baby ended up half demon like the Lords.
Next came Danika, who halted in the doorway and scanned the crowd for Reyes. The lovely blonde spotted him and squealed. As if that squeal was a mating call of some kind, Reyes palmed a dagger and stalked to her.
Possessed as he was by the demon of Pain, Reyes could not feel pleasure without physical suffering. Before Danika, the warrior had had to cut himself twenty-four/seven to function. During their stay in Cairo, he hadnât had to injure himself once. Being away from Danika was pain enough, he said. Now that they were reunited, heâd have to cut himself again, but Paris didnât think either of them minded.
With a growl, Reyes swept her into his arms and the two disappeared inside the fortress, Danikaâs giggling the only remaining evidence theyâd been nearby.
Paris rubbed at a sudden ache in his chest, praying it would go away. He knew it wouldnât, though. Not until heâd had his ambrosia. Every time he was around these couples so obviously in love, the ache sprouted and stayed, a parasite that sucked the life right out of him, until he drank himself into a stupor.
There was no sign of Lucien, who had flashed home rather
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