Blood of the Demon (21 page)

“The roof,” he ordered, doing an about-face and dragging Brynn up the stairs. They’d just reached the top of the landing leading out to the roof when the first group of demons converged with the second, barreling up after them.

Keegan tried to open the door, but it was locked. He backed up and hurled his body forward, thowing his shoulder against it and easily busting the lock. Closing his hand around Brynn’s, he all but carried her into the frigid night air.

He froze halfway between the door and the edge of the roof. Brynn let out a harsh gasp beside him, but was otherwise silent. The night was dark, but enough artificial light drifted up from the street lamps that the three of them saw what was on the roof—four winged figures. They were hideous, with their leathery gray flesh, webbed, bat-like wings, backward-bending legs, and hooves where their feet should be. Compounded with their seven-foot height, and wide, muscular bodies, they were a menacing sight.

“Guess Mammon anticipated us heading up here,” Ronin said.

Keegan nodded. Of course he had.

“What are they?” Brynn whispered, her voice raspy with fear.

“Rayamara demons.”

“They...
fly
?” she choked out.

“They fly,” Ronin said.

They were also very rare, but Mammon had somehow managed to not only locate, but retain, a small number of them. They surrounded the roof, and a small contingent of demons now gathered at their backs. They were cornered.

Just my luck.

Keegan whirled to face the demons at his back. Scattered across the roof, they slowly stalked forward with devilish smirks on their faces.

“What now?” Brynn cried.

“Make a getaway,” Ronin said. “I’ll hold ’em off.”

“Getaway?” Brynn squeaked. “How can we possibly go? There’s nowhere
to
go from here.”

“No,” Keegan said to Ronin. “I’m not leaving you.”

“There’s too many to fight,” Ronin said.

His brother was right. They were surrounded by at least fifteen demons.

“Even if you
could
hold all of them off, I can’t just abandon you,” Keegan said.

“Can you...
you know
?” Ronin asked him.

Brynn turned to look at Keegan sharply. “Can you what?”

He ignored her. Now wasn’t the time to answer questions. “It’s never come to me at will before, only by accident.”

That was the rub of his most powerful ability. It had a mind of its own.

“What are you talking about?” Brynn asked.

Ronin ignored Brynn, too. He gave Keegan a look fraught with meaning, reaching out to clasp his shoulder. “Then what choice do you have, man?”

Keegan fought back the sudden stinging behind his eyes. His brother would gladly give himself up for him, for their cause. But he wasn’t about to abandon Ronin.

“Come, now,” one of the demons said, stepping apart from the rest of the phalanx. “This is such a touching little family gathering. Why the gloomy faces?”

“Fuck you,” Keegan snarled.

“Aw, come on.” The demon laughed. “Why treat me that way? After all, I’m almost family, too, considering I’m here on behalf of your father.”

“Your... father?” Brynn cried. She wrenched her hand out of his and turned to plaster him with a confused, semi-accusing glare.

“Later, Brynn,” Keegan said.

The demon turned his attention to Brynn with an evil grin on his face. “You’re almost family, too, pretty girl, after all the help you’ve been. By the way, Daddy says thank you for helping him find you.”

“Don’t you look at her,” Keegan said. But then the meaning of the demon’s words hit him. “What?”

He turned to Brynn, but she stared at him with wide, confused eyes. “I don’t know what he’s—”

“Oh, she really doesn’t know,” the demon interrupted with a sinister laugh. “That’s what makes it so great. I only found out about it myself just now, when your father told me.”

What the fuck was he talking about? Keegan was sure the confusion on his face read as loud as Brynn’s.

“I’ll tell you what.” The demon inclined his head and gave Keegan an appraising once-over. “I’ll let you fight me one-on-one. If you win, I’ll let you leave.”

One of the other demons hissed and edged forward. “But Vhen, the boss said to—”

“Shut up,” Vhen roared. “I’m the boss here.”

The protester stepped away without another word. Leave it to demons to do whatever the hell they wanted, regardless of their orders.

“What about the heir?” Keegan asked, though he didn’t believe for one second Vhen would let him leave if he won.

“She stays.” Without further warning, he dropped his glamour, growing taller and wider, taking his true demon form. Another rayamara demon.

Vhen lunged toward Keegan. Pushing Brynn toward Ronin, Keegan leapt for the demon, meeting him halfway. His fist connected with Vhen’s face even as he fell backward, the larger demon landing on top of him. The other demons shifted about, as if wondering what to do, given the unexpected turn of events. But in the end, they all just stood there, watching the scene unfold.

Vhen lifted off him and slammed one of his clawed hands into Keegan’s face, tearing large gouges into his flesh.

“Keegan,” Brynn screamed.

He grabbed the demon’s wrist before the creature could slam his hand down. That familiar twinge of pain told him his flesh was already repairing itself. He shoved Vhen and the demon flew, which gave him enough time to get off the ground before Vhen sprinted back for more.

Keegan ducked under one of Vhen’s massive wings as it lashed out at him. He whirled around and delivered a roundhouse kick to his spine. Vhen fell hard on his knees, but used his wings to catapult himself into the air. Faster than Keegan could begin to process, Vhen landed behind him, grabbing him by the throat in a brutal chokehold. Vhen wrapped his other hand around Keegan’s throat, his claws digging in deep and cutting off his air supply.

“No,” Brynn yelled. “Ronin, help him.”

Ronin shushed her while Keegan struggled not to fall to his knees. His vision blurred, the tiny black dots lining his sight warning him he was about to pass out if he didn’t do something
now
. One of Vhen’s wings wrapped around him, enveloping him like a lover’s caress.

Perfect.
Keegan knew all too well the weaknesses of that particular appendage. It was Vhen’s mistake not to have thought about that. He seized the demon’s wing and yanked hard, rending the wing almost in two.

Vhen screamed, releasing Keegan’s throat and retreating in agony. Keegan spun to face Vhen, sputtering for breath as his throat healed itself. Even the process of healing was pure torture.

“What are you waiting for, idiots?” Vhen said to the demons huddled along the roof while he nursed his damaged wing. “Kill them. Get the girl.”

Keegan inched toward the edge of the roof, stopping next to Brynn. She found his hand and squeezed tight, her breath wheezing out in frantic, ragged exhales that clouded the frigid air. Terrified as she was, she stood tall as she followed him.

Sudden fury coursed through his veins, boiling his blood. Damn these demons for doing this to her. Damn Mammon for using a clueless woman as a pawn in his sick quest for power. It wasn’t fair. Not to her, nor to him and his brothers.

Rage built in his chest, heating his very core until he became so hot he could have been made entirely of fire. Steam escaped his pores, fogging the air.

Oh shit. It was happening.

Ronin flicked his gaze toward him, eyes widening. “Is it... are you doing it?”

Keegan was too steamed to respond. Literally. It built up like a furnace until there was only one way to release it.

“Duck,” Ronin yelled to Brynn, grabbing her hand and yanking her down to the rooftop.

Keegan whirled to face the winged demons guarding the edge of the roof, feeling his eyes blaze in his sockets. He opened his mouth and breathed out, but it wasn’t air that escaped. Instead, a heavy stream of fire coursed from his lungs, spraying the area in front of him.

The winged demons stopped fighting, mouths open in shock, as the fire spread over them, incinerating their flesh quicker than they could react. They fell backward into the air, their bodies already nothing more than blazing bones. By the time they landed on the ground below, they would probably be no more than powder.

Brynn’s harsh scream abruptly cut off. But he couldn’t worry about her right now. Not when demons still lined the roof and his fury boiled over inside of him. He breathed again, his flames spreading over the demons who’d scattered across the rooftop. Within seconds, their burning bodies fell to the ground, a few of them lucid enough to utter agonizing screeches before their lungs dissolved to ash.

Finally, there was nothing but smoking piles of dust and the putrid stench of charred flesh.

He was out of juice. The fire receded, sliding down his throat and contracting into a ball of liquid heat somewhere in his chest. His mother’s legacy, a gift he’d never been able to control.

Exhaustion spread over his body, making his knees go weak.

“Brynn,” he practically choked. She’d seen what he could do, what lived inside him. Would she shriek and cower in terror? Would she run from him now that she’d seen his dark power?

Dreading her reaction, he turned to face her. But she wasn’t cowering in fear. Rather, she knelt, with Ronin’s arms still wrapped around her, and gazed up at him, a mix of awe and fascination covering her face. There wasn’t a glimmer of fear or revulsion anywhere.

She wasn’t afraid of him.

Keegan’s heart did a lazy spin inside his chest.

Ronin slowly stood, pulling Brynn with him. “That was a close one. You really waited until the last second there.”

“You know I have no control over it,” Keegan said.

“What
was
that?” Brynn asked.

Keegan took a breath. “I—”

He cut off as the door leading onto the roof cracked open, and spun around to face it. It was Taeg, who panted as if he’d raced all the way up here. Seeing them, he bent over, nursing a stitch in his side.

Keegan’s momentary relief morphed into suspicion. “What are you doing here?”

“I... ” Taeg straightened, still breathing heavily. “I flashed to your suite, caught the stench of demons in the hallway, and followed the residual energy up here. Are you all okay?”

“Yeah,” Ronin said. “Keegan did his fire-breathing routine and fried them all to a crisp.”

“No shit?” Taeg said, impressed. “Good timing, huh, bro? Sorry I missed that.”

“What are you doing here?” Keegan repeated. He focused in on Ronin, whose face was set as grim as a funeral director’s.

But then it all clicked into place: Ronin’s terse conversation with Taeg, the demons’ attack, and Taeg materializing here on the roof.

Mammon had found the
Book
.

Which meant Brynn had to die.

No. He gasped for air, only to find he couldn’t take enough in. Not Brynn.

All these years of blind faith and duty to the Council. All his admonitions to his brothers that they must do what was right, at all costs. And now, because of fate, because of his father, he was supposed to kill the one woman he’d ever had real feelings for.

It wasn’t fair. And, even if it meant saving the world, it wasn’t
right
.

No. He wouldn’t do it.

They could defeat Mammon another way. Somehow.

“Listen,” Taeg said, moving deliberately, “we need to talk about what—”

Faster than anyone could blink, Keegan sucker-punched Ronin. Hard. His nose shattered into pieces with a loud crack. He crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold.