Drake kneeled on one knee, gripping my shirt with both hands. With one hard tug, he split it up the middle, exposing my chest. “So beautiful. It was nice when Drake fucked you. I experienced everything. I would love to do it again, but time is of the essence.” He sighed, running a finger between my breasts. “When I threatened to take Drake’s child from him, he decided to give up trying to fight me. I finally had full control of his body.”
“But you are taking his child. You lied!” I tried pushing myself up, but I couldn’t budge.
He smiled. “I’m a demon. Lying is what I do best. Plus, it wasn’t an actual deal, like signing over your soul or something. He should have known I would go back on my word. It’s too late for him to fight now. Once he willingly gave himself over, there was no going back.” The demon sighed, eyes sweeping over my body. “You are too delicious. I might just have a taste before we begin.”
“Leave her alone, Drake, you sick asshole!” Jenna shouted.
“Call me Desmos! I know you know my name by now.” He stood, unbuttoning his coat. He shrugged it off, tossing it to the floor a few feet away. “Let us begin!”
“Wait! Don’t you need to wait for the moon to rise to its highest point?” I asked, trying to think of ways to stall him.
Shaking his head, Desmos stepped outside the circle. “I only need a little bit of its power. The rest comes from your children.”
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the well-muscled chest. Winking at me, he started working at his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Now completely nude, he walked over to me and leaned over my body. I wanted to kick him between the legs, but I couldn’t move. Seeing his fangs, I didn’t have time to react before Desmos bit down, not being gentle. I cried out in surprise.
He pulled away, blood dripping from his mouth. With two fingers, he swiped blood from my wound, drawing symbols on his chest. “I call to you, King Bael. It is time for you to come to this world!” He laughed, throwing his head back.
Candles suddenly lit up the entire room. I hadn’t noticed them there before. They cast a warm glow over the rest of us.
Climbing to his feet again, I felt the magic in the air becoming stronger. It was so thick as to be almost suffocating. Desmos walked to one of the demons and held out his hand, a knife being placed into it. He strode back in my direction.
“Say goodbye while you can, Sophie. Your children will go down in demon history as the ones who helped bring the Demon King into this world.”
I continued to try and fight against the binds. How could I have been so stupid? Everything would have been on my terms if I would have acted instead of hoping Drake could be saved. I felt a tear slide down the side of my face.
It only made Desmos smile wider. “Don’t worry. It will be over soon enough.”
Raising his hand over my stomach, the knife poised to plunge in, Desmos suddenly jerked. I watched as his body fell back, bloody wounds appearing on his chest. Confused, I looked around, seeing Ethan and Carlos running into the room, several men behind them. Relief filled my body. When I tried to turn my head, I found that I could finally move. I quickly scrambled to my feet and reached out, finding the wall surrounding me gone.
Some men rushed over to Jenna and Roark, helping them escape their binds. I wanted to run to Ethan, but he was fighting off a couple demons. Carlos moved like a well-oiled machine, swiping his sword across necks of some, jabbing it into chests of others. I felt powerless without my magic. When I turned to try and find a weapon, I came face to face with Desmos.
He smiled as his chest began to heal from the wounds of the stake bullets. “You can’t escape. This will happen.” He grabbed me by the hair. I kneed him in the groin. When he buckled over from the pain, I punched him in the face.
“You bitch!” he snarled, coming at me.
I kicked him hard, using all my strength. He flew backwards, hitting the wall. Dust bloomed everywhere, the walls and ceiling cracking. I looked for a weapon again, still not finding anything.
Roark came flying toward us. He tackled Desmos to the floor, punching him in the face several times. “Get out of here, Sophie! Save your children!” he shouted.
I turned around to find a way to protect myself. Seeing a sword near the entrance of the living room, I grabbed it. Carlos came over, swiping the blade across his arm. “Demon hunter blood, in case you have a chance to kill the asshole.”
Carlos suddenly went flying through the air as Desmos walked toward me. Roark, battered and bloody, lay on the floor, motionless. We were no match for this demon, no matter how many of us there were. Most of his demons were already dead, bodies scattered across the floor. Still, I knew he would be able to beat us all.
Just as Desmos reached for me, he stiffened. His eyes widened and he fell to his knees, then the floor. When I looked up, I saw Ethan standing there. Grinning, he wiped blood off his face with the back of his hand as the knife in his grasp dripped with it.
“It’s done. He’s dead.”
Happy, I jumped into his arms, kissing him hard.
Hands suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders, tearing me away from him. Ethan shouted, then his eyes widened and he looked down. A sword protruded from his chest. His mouth gaped open in surprise as he began to fall to the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Three
I cried out
