Burning Dawn (Page 48)

Burning Dawn (Angels of the Dark #3)(48)
Author: Gena Showalter

Thane stabbed a viha through the chest and moved toward his next target. Only there was a problem. There was only one demon left standing, and Axel was about to remove his head.

“Stop,” Thane said, and surprisingly enough, the Sent One complied.

Thane stepped past him and backed the demon into a corner. It was one of the larger ones, with gnarled antlers extending from a misshapen head. Red skin matched its eyes—eyes nearly overshadowed by the protruding bones of its brow. It had no nose, merely holes for breathing. Its lips were thin, revealing teeth big and sharp enough to rival a great white.

A menacing snarl rose from it.

Thane smiled his coldest smile, then said to his warriors, “Take the humans to a safe place. Get them medical help, and assign a Joy Bringer to attend to each.” Otherwise, the humans would crack, never be able to mentally heal. “I’ll take care of the creature.”

Again, he was met with obedience.

“Now…your turn. Allow me to help you shed a few pounds,” Thane said, and promptly removed the demon’s arms and legs, making it impossible for the creature to get away. Then he hauled his bounty to the Downfall’s dungeon.

“Where’s Adrian?” he asked the guards waiting in the doorway.

“Xerxes has him following the human girl.”

Good.

As Thane marched down the corridors, the undernourished Phoenix trapped in the cells were too weak to do anything more than look at him and moan. When he reached the center alcove, he pinned the demon to the wall, directly across from Kendra. Once again she had a place of honor.

She had more energy than the others and hissed like an angry cat. “Release me, Thane. Now.”

Still so high and mighty. Despite his newfound clarity and remorse, rage surfaced. He turned and gave her the cold smile he’d given the demon.

She trembled and pressed her lips together.

“Pay attention, Kendra, because you might be next.” He pulled a dagger from the air pocket. The metal was already stained with blood. He faced the demon. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m very good with knives…and my interrogations never stop until I have what I want.”

* * *

ELIN HEARD THE newest round of agonized screams and flinched. How long had this been going on? She’d lost track several hours ago.

After practice—where, big shocker, Bonka Donk was declared an abject failure at the fine art of boulder tossing—Savy, Chanel and Octavia tried to distract her from the noise with a game of favor-poker. Boons were the currency, and Elin had lost every round. But the only boon the girls desired from her was to never again have to sample her desserts.

After that, they’d switched to strip poker, and even though she was down to her new bra and panties and highly embarrassed, she still wasn’t distracted.

Apparently, Thane was in the dungeon “going native on a demon’s ass.”

“I’m done,” she said, throwing her cards on the table.

Her announcement was met with boos from all three women. And more screams.

“Done? You can’t be effing done.”

“We just got started!”

“Are you seriously pussing out?”

Ignoring their questions, she asked one of her own. “Where’s Bellorie?” She hadn’t seen the girl since—

Never mind.

Chanel frowned. “You mean you don’t know?”

Her stomach clenched. “Know what?”

“Thane banished her.”

“What?” she gasped.

Octavia nodded. “It’s true, petal. Axel brought her to the club. Xerxes told her she’d showed off her hodad and had to go. He watched as she packed her bags, then escorted her from the building. That’s the I done been exiled, ya’ll routine.”

Just like that? “Okay, let’s back up a little. What’s a hodad?”

“Hands of death and destruction,” Octavia explained.

But…Thane showed off his hodad every danged day. Why blame Bellorie for a single indiscretion?

Elin still wasn’t a fan of violence and had trouble meshing the Bellorie she adored with the Bellorie who’d callously reached inside a man’s chest to perform a heart amputation, but that didn’t mean she was going to let this banishment thing happen without a fight.

Years ago, her father gave her sage advice. Sometimes emotional terrain is too mountainous to run, Linnie, my girl. Sometimes you just have to walk it.

In other words. Baby steps.

Step one. She would stop avoiding Thane. Step two. She would begin a new round of interaction with him. Step three. She would nag him until he returned Bellorie to the club.

“I’m going to talk to him,” she said, standing and tugging on a fresh set of clothes. A pretty pink tee and a pair of hip-hugger jeans. She didn’t bother with shoes.

“Uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Savy said. “You’ll end up banished. Or worse. No one questions Thane when an order has been given. Not even his…whatever you are.”

“Pet human,” Octavia offered. Helpful, as always.

Chanel snorted. “I don’t know how it happened, the lion and the lamb, but I think she’s more than that.” Her head tilted to the side as she pondered. “And I think he’ll make an exception and do whatever she asks. He did rush to her side when there was nothing effing wrong with her.”

“Excuse me,” Elin huffed. “I was screaming, and practically catatonic.”

“Maybe he rushed to her side because he needs her for some type of ransom.” Savy spoke over her, drumming her nails against the table. “Or some kind of revenge against the Phoenix. Or, maybe he experienced a moment of insanity. Did you ever think of that? No offense,” she said to Elin. “He just isn’t the type to chase a woman. No matter how awelicious she is.”

How could Elin take offense when she suddenly had the same suspicion? Why did he want her? Wait. She had to rephrase. Why did he used to want her?

“Maybe he’s just a nicer guy than any of us realized,” she muttered.

Of course, that was when the demon issued another blood-curdling scream.

Chanel and Octavia giggled like naughty schoolgirls.

“Care to make another wager?” Chanel asked Savy. “Double or nothing.”

“Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.” Elin strode out of the room. Adrian stood sentry just outside the door and quickly swept up beside her.

“Where are you headed, human?” he asked.