Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Fucking Roan. “Crow is close to rogue.”
“If you need any help tracking him, I would be happy to spare some demons from my Force,” said Jonas. “A demon in such a state on the loose affects our entire species.”
“They tend to attract human attention,” added Alethea. “We can’t afford that, and we can’t afford to overlook the danger they present. Thanks to what happened to our old Prime, we know from personal experience just how devastating and long-reaching the consequences can be when a rogue is on the loose.”
Knox straightened in his seat. “As I said, he isn’t rogue.”
“He’s still dangerous,” Alethea insisted.
“I appreciate your offer of help, Jonas, but it won’t be necessary.”
Jonas inclined his head. “If you change your mind, don’t hesitate to contact me. On another subject, I’m sure you know that I’m hosting the annual meeting this year. It will take place on the last Saturday of this month at my home. I hope you will attend.”
“I always do,” said Knox. The Primes all met up once a year to address any potential issues.
Alethea pursed her lips. “I heard you’ve taken a mate since we last saw each other, Knox. That came as quite a surprise. In fact, I was fairly certain it had to be a joke.”
“No joke,” Knox told her.
“Shall I take it then that it’s also true that she’s a Wallis?” Her upper lip curled ever so slightly, but Knox noticed. His demon, who had never liked her, urged Knox to throw a pencil at her head. Maybe even the stapler.
“You should,” replied Knox. “I would have thought you saw her on the video feed of the voting poll.”
Months ago, some Primes had tried electing themselves as a US Monarch. Demons didn’t have global leaders; they answered only to their Primes. The majority of demon kind voted to keep it that way. As the elections had been recorded live, every demon in the Underground had been able to watch the event – as such, they’d also seen him kill another Prime for attacking Harper, who dealt the she-demon a soul-deep blow before Knox stepped in.
“The whole thing held no interest for me. I was in Berlin at the time anyway.” Alethea, like many of her breed, preferred to live closely with humans as they were easier for them to manipulate and control. “You didn’t notice my absence?”
“No,” replied Knox, rising to his feet. He spoke to Jonas. “Again, I thank you for your offer of aid.”
One of Alethea’s blonde brows arched. “Are you sure you don’t need it?”
“Positive,” said Knox as he began a slow walk around the desk. All he wanted to do now was find his mate. “Crow will be caught and given what medical help he needs.”
“You intend to help him?” asked Alethea.
“Demons can be brought back from the edge,” Knox pointed out.
“They can also do awful things while they’re on that edge.”
Knox couldn’t argue with that. Absentmindedly, he ran his gaze along the security monitors. And he froze. No, he could not be seeing this. But he was. Unfuckingreal.
“Knox, what is it?”
Ignoring Jonas’s question, Knox took a deep breath. It didn’t help. He strode out of his office, sure that his mate wanted to drive him insane. It was really the only explanation he could think of that would explain why the hell she would put her safety on the line this way.
Levi fell into step behind him. Knox, what’s wrong?
I’ll kill her. He would. He’d ring her pretty little neck.
“Knox, wait!” shouted Alethea from somewhere behind him.
Knox didn’t wait. He kept moving. Something about his expression must have given away his anger, because people scrambled to avoid him as he prowled down the strip. Finally, he reached the small rodeo showground, where he was immediately assaulted by the scents of dust, hay, rodeo fare, and animal dung. The loud audience was avidly watching a tall male trying to mount a huge bull.
Knox caught sight of Keenan, Larkin, and Harper’s friends near the seven-foot high fence guarding the arena… and they were all looking through the fence right at Harper, who was standing with Khloë near the bull pen. Slipping on a leather, protective glove, Harper patted her protective vest. She’d obviously borrowed both, along with the spurs and the cowboy boots.
“Not good,” muttered Levi.
Charging at his sentinels, Knox growled. He’d trusted them with her safety. This wasn’t safe. This was fucking crazy.
Keenan’s head whipped around and his eyes widened. “Knox…”
“Why is my mate in there?” Knox ground out, fisting his hands against the urge to grab the incubus by his shirt and shove him against the fence. Losing control would be a mistake that could get a whole lot of people hurt. His demon wasn’t so pissed; it liked a thrill just as much as the next demon and it respected her wish to pursue one.