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.Powerful creatures, gargoyles.A demon can draw on the power of their mate in battle.Combine that with the wings you now sport, you've become a danger to them."Growling low in his throat, Santos thought quickly.If he went with Selvator, the coalition would kill him.If he didn't go, he'd have to kill Selvator, and then the coalition would just send someone else after him.Neither option appealed to him.Another thought struck.If they couldn't kill him, they may decide to kill Tyron.Santos groaned in frustration as he turned to Selvator.He appreciated the demon giving him the choice, realizing Selvator could have shot that bolt of energy while still concealed by the powers of the lei line.The memory of absorbing his shot with his wing came to mind and ideas filled him."I'll go with you, Selvator, but I'll not go in chains."A smirk grew over the other demon's features."I thank you for your choice, Santos." Santos felt his brows lift at Selvator's words, and the tracker chuckled softly."I wouldn't have been able to take you.""Then why did you appear? You know you could have struck first."Selvator shrugged."You didn't deserve that, old friend.I don't give a damn what the coalition says."Santos bowed his head in thanks before turning to Maximus."Allow me to make certain no other creature can just pop in," he said, lifting his fingers in air quotes.After a nod from the Huzza, Santos flexed his fingers and mentally reached out for the lei line that Selvator used to enter the gargoyle's stronghold.He traveled the line in his mind, fusing the thread with several other entrances into Rostrorod.Seconds later, he'd blocked every entrance from use by any paranormal but himself and those he'd invited.He turned to Max."One way or another, Tyron will be returned shortly.""He won't want you sacrificing yourself for him," Max warned him."Surely there's something we can do to help?" he said, shifting his gaze briefly to Graden, who nodded his agreement.Santos smiled, feeling gratitude for the first time in nearly a century."I'm honored that'd you'd wish to assist, but this is demon politics.There is nothing you can do."He watched Max's jaw tighten before he nodded curtly."Once I leave, no one will be able to enter except me.""You're welcome anytime," Max murmured.Santos nodded, crossed to Selvator and settled a hand on his shoulder.He reached out to the lei lines around him and took the pair to the demon realm of Overworld.Chapter SixTyron bared his fangs at the demon that opened the door.They may be holding him in a comfortable studio style room, complete with a stocked refrigerator and king size bed, but to him, it was still a prison.The demon, the one who'd brought him his last meal a couple hours ago, hissed back, showing off a mouth full of razor sharp teeth."Come on," he ordered, motioning him forward."Where?" Tyron asked coldly, not moving an inch toward the demon."The coalition has convened.They've called for you."He could tell by the contempt dripping from the demon's voice, he didn't like the duty of fetching Tyron.Glancing out the tiny window at the red landscape outside, Tyron quickly weighed his options.He could refuse to go before the coalition, but then he'd never know why they'd kidnapped him and locked him in this room.He figured it had something to do with his contact with Santos, but for the life of him, he didn't know what was going on.Best to get an explanation, he decided.Tyron nodded curtly and moved warily toward the demon.When the demon held up a pair of wrist restraints and motioned for Tyron to turn, he growled, "Not happening." There was no way in hell, or in this case, in Overworld, he was turning his back on this creature."Fine," the red beast snapped.He led the way out of the room and down the hall.The gray stone of the hallway had grooves chiseled into ornate patterns.The gouges were filled with gold and red metals creating one long intricate decoration.Tyron had to admit that it was stunning.Even the stone beneath his claws had designs carved into them.It was a sharp contrast to the barren, non-descript room he'd been held in.A short walk through twisting corridors and passed several cross-hallways had Tyron being led through large wooden doors.He hardly had to tuck his ten foot wings to get through the opening.Stepping inside, the cavernous room was easily as large as four football fields with a sixty foot ceiling.Dozens of demons sat along the far side nearly two hundred yards away.More demons stood lining the walls.Santos stood in the empty center next to another demon, this one with a gray cast to his red skin.His heart skipped a beat as Santos turned toward him.The demon's glittering red eyes swept over him quickly, as if assessing for damage.Tyron offered a tight smile, trying to reassure his mate.He nearly stumbled when he heard Santos's voice in his head.Can you hear me, little one?He lifted one black brow and gave a tight nod, veering toward his mate.Good [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]