Demon from the Dark

furious, railing at others. Was there no threat?

He traced inside, about to take her and Ruby from this place when he heard, '... you want your wife unharmed, then get me back to the island!'

Chapter 47

When silence fell over the crowd, Carrow glanced up from her grappling—powers bound—catfight with Sabine. Immortals were backing away from her in a wave.

That's right, I'm bringing the rain! 'Rydstrom, damn you, just trace me to the island!'

'Rydstrom, stay out of this,' Sabine snapped, taking a cheap shot to Carrow's kidney. Even with her exceptional powers bound, Sabine was still a fierce scrapper. But Carrow was fighting for the man she loved.

Another tag to Carrow's kidney. 'Bitch,' she hissed, driving her elbow into Sabine's torso. Lucky break— Carrow had nailed her solar plexus!

Sabine gasped, robbed of breath. Carrow took the opportunity to dive for her sword and spring up behind her, placing it at her neck. 'The blood of a Wendigo coats this sword.'

Rydstrom's lips parted, his eyes sharply turning black. 'Just ... just calm yourself, witch.' He held up his hands as he eased closer. 'Think about what you're doing. You'd sacrifice our alliance?'

'Don't you people get it? I'll sacrifice anything!' Carrow cried. 'Rydstrom, what wouldn't you do for this woman right now?'

'There is nothing,' he rasped, 'nothing I wouldn't do to get her back. I will trace you.'

In a weird tone, Mari said, 'So this Malkom guy—is he really big?'

'He's Malkom Slaine, my husband. And it won't matter how big he is if I don't get to that goddamned island in time to save him from a horde of Wendigos!'

Without warning, Carrow felt a jolt of unfettered joy, just as she heard a male say, ' 'Husband'?'

Over her shoulder, Carrow glared. 'Yeah, that's what I—' It was Malkom, directly behind her, emerging from the shadows. As he stepped into the light, her heart went to her throat. 'How did you ... who brought you?'

'I brought myself, witch,' he said, his voice hoarse.

Carrow was about to run to him, then she remembered the bristling sorceress she had at sword point. 'I'm sorry for this, Sabine. But he's my male, and you'd do the same for Rydstrom.' Carrow released her, tossing the sword away. 'Truce. Or I won't help you find your sister.'

Sabine whirled around, her lips thinned. 'I demand a rematch with our powers.'

'Are you kidding?' Carrow scoffed. 'You'd annihilate me.'

The only thing greater than Sabine's powers was her vanity. She smoothed her red hair, clearly mollified. At length, she said, 'Truce.'

With that, Carrow ran for Malkom, and he met her, opening his arms to her, clutching her tightly.

Holding his face, she rained kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his lips. 'Did you get scratched or bitten? Because I'll keep you locked up until I can find a cure—'

'I am unscathed. I traced away from them.'

'How? How did you find me here?'

'I figured out how to trace and followed your memories. I told you I'd come for you. And for Ruby.' He surveyed the room. 'Where is the little one?'

'She's right upstairs, waiting for me to bring you back,' Carrow said dryly. 'You have just arrived at a meeting with my allies. Wherein I was politely asking them to return me to the island.'

'You ... you called me husband. In front of all.' His blue eyes darkened.

Oh, how badly this demon wanted to believe in her. 'Because you are. And you always will be.' She stood on her toes, cupping his face. 'I was out of my mind, Malkom. Out of my ever-living mind to get back to you.'

Another wave of that joy hit her. 'I will not doubt you again, ara.'

'I won't give you reason to. But I warn you—I'm not letting you out of my sight from now on.' When the corners of his lips curled at that, she said, 'I love you.' Then she showed him how much, pressing her mouth to his for a desperate, breathless kiss.

Yet then he tensed, drawing her away. Like a shot, he tossed her behind him.

A vampire had appeared. Nikolai Wroth—one of Conrad Wroth's brothers and husband to Myst the Coveted.

Without warning, Malkom attacked, gunning for Nikolai.

'Malkom, wait!' But he'd already lunged for the unsuspecting vamp, tackling him to the ground with a force and speed few had ever witnessed.

Garreth MacRieve said, 'Bluidy hell, what is he?'

Rydstrom said one word: 'Vemon.'

'Here?' Garreth bellowed. 'And near my woman!' He charged for Malkom. Rydstrom was right behind him.

'No, he's with me!' Carrow cried. 'Stop!'

With his fangs and claws bared menacingly, Malkom fought them all, holding them off.

But Nikolai had only just gotten his bearings to begin whaling on Malkom. Rydstrom, a rage demon, hadn't gone fully enraged yet. When Malkom clocked Garreth in the face, the Lykae muttered a stunned 'Goddamn?' then sprang back into the fray, morphing to his werewolf state.

Three different species, ganging up on her man. 'Let—him—go!' No response. 'He won't hurt any of you.'

Malkom chose that moment to raise his brows in disbelief. Won't I? Then he slashed out with his claws. Gods, he was strong. Murmurs sounded, incredulous whispers.

Lucia the Huntress said, 'Witch, do you not understand what he is?' The Valkyrie drew her bow on him. 'I've faced his kind before. And barely escaped with my life.'

Sabine said, 'Even if I wanted to break this up, my powers are bound. Do let boys be boys.'

Myst had drawn a sword, striding forward to end this.

Carrow turned to a wide-eyed Mariketa. 'He's my husband, Glitch. Please help me.'

'You're sure about a ... a vemon?'

'Never been more sure.'

Mari nodded. 'But we have got to catch up tonight, 'kay?' With a wave of her hand, she flung the four males in opposite directions, pitching them into the walls.

Mouthing 'thank you' over her shoulder, Carrow hurried to where Malkom was already on his feet for more. 'Malkom, wait! I told you these are my allies.'

'You ally with vampires.'

'The red-eyed one from earlier was sent to save me,' she said. 'You just ambushed his brother, Nikolai.'

'A leech risked his life to save yours?'

'Yes. He's a staunch ally.'

'And the rest?'

Carrow surveyed the other immortals, as though seeing them through his eyes. Mari and Bowen, both staring at Carrow and the vemon. Lucia and her winded husband Garreth. The bleeding Wroth brother, spoiling for another round, held back by Myst. Rydstrom, Sabine, and so many more.

Carrow shrugged. 'I'd fight alongside all of them.'

He exhaled. 'Very well.' Standing stiffly, he faced his opponents. 'Then I ... apologize. I do not seek to war with my wife's allies.'

Carrow knew how hard that had been for him to apologize, especially to a vampire. Luckily, the three appeared to ... not want to murder him in that instant.