and she’s trying to block me out.”
“That’s strange.” And not good. If what he suspected was going on, this wasn’t going to end well. He needed to get with Lou and Michael before all this went down.
“That way,” Angie said, pointing down a narrow hallway.
“Ryder, you lead with Angelique’s direction,” Michael instructed. “We’re right behind you.”
Ryder stepped to the front and pulled Angie behind him. “Okay, Angie. Where to?”
“Straight. The hallway will narrow. Then I see dirt and darkness and a large room.”
Ryder moved them slowly down the pitch black hallway. It was so narrow his shoulders brushed the sides. How could a hulking hybrid demon get through here?
They couldn’t. That’s why they didn’t find any upstairs. But the lean purebreds could have been up there.
Then again, maybe all the demons were protecting Isabelle and the black diamond, so it was unnecessary to occupy the house. Either way, he could already sense the danger, could smell the putrid, rotting odor of hybrids.
“You smell that?” he commed.
“Yeah,” Punk growled. “Hybrids.”
At least they knew one form of enemy they’d have to face.
The hallway was short, and as Angie said, it led to a small room that was nothing but thick rock walls from floor to ceiling. The room was rectangular and reeked of death.
“Looks man-made,” Ryder said as they stepped fully into the room.
“My guess is that this was some form of execution room,” Michael said. “There are gouges and holes in the walls, possibly where there used to be something holding chains or a way to bind prisoners.”
Ryder grimaced and moved closer to Angie. Just in brushing his shoulder against hers he realized she was chilled.
“You okay?”
She gave him a quick nod. “Let’s find Izzy and get her out of this hellhole.”
Just then, Ryder heard a growl, caught the putrid odor of hybrids; in this small room, with only the narrow hallway as escape, the hunters were in deep shit.
“They’re coming,” he warned.
“We’re ready for them.” Punk raised his weapon.
“There are no doors,” Angelique whispered, grimacing at the smell. “Where are they coming from?”
Ryder didn’t need to answer her, because a door just. . appeared in the previously solid wall, and through it walked demons.
Lots of them. Hybrids. Thick, hideous creatures with wide foreheads, vacant eyes, fangs, and claws. The stuff of every kid’s nightmares. A creature with no mercy. . no soul. No matter how many times they faced the hybrids, Ryder hated it. He wished they could obliterate all of them. They had been bred to cause fear. The Sons of Darkness had succeeded.
This was what he fought for-to make sure these fuckers could never hurt humans.
Ryder raised his laser and started firing at the first group that ambled through the doorway. But they’d no sooner hit one group, who started to gelatinize, then another group would come through.
Instinctively, the hunters set up in a straight line and barraged the demons with round after round of laser fire, never once letting the hybrids advance close enough to take them on. Soon the room was filled with smoke and the fetid odor of melting flesh. They were making headway, and Ryder and the others began to advance.
Even mindless hybrids apparently had a need for selfpreservation, because they hesitated, retreating from the constant stream of laser fire.
“Move!” Derek hollered. “Before that doorway disappears.”
The hybrids backed away, and the hunters rushed in their direction, getting through the doorway and pushing the demons back with the force of their weaponry. Ryder heard a whooshing sound behind him, figuring that was the wall closing, but couldn’t worry about it. All the hunters were inside, and they were beating back the hybrids with the lasers. Which was the only thing that mattered.
He sidled a quick glance toward Angie, saw her concentrated expression as she repeatedly took aim and fired on one hybrid after another, never once stopping when one fell before she set her sights on another and blasted it.
The smoke from the laser fire and melting demons grew so thick it was getting hard to see. It was still dark wherever they were, so that made it even more difficult.
But finally, it became apparent that demons had stopped coming at them.
“Cease fire,” Ryder commanded.
They waited, weapons still at the ready, until the smoke cleared enough to survey the situation. Demon carcasses lay all around them, but Ryder couldn’t see any live ones.
“Hybrids seem to have disappeared,” Punk said with a satisfied nod. “We kicked their asses.”
“Great. Now where the fuck are we?” Trace asked.
