Dragon Down Under(39)
Much to her glee, Neman actually paled and glanced at his twin who shrugged. “Now, I will help myself to this realm. Once I’ve taken over, I’ll establish all the sealed ports to the demon realm. There will be no stopping me.”
“I think the gods will notice your hostile takeover and put a stop to it,” Neman stated with a sneer.
“After this amount of time, do you really think they care?”
“We care,” Sin spoke up.
“You are no longer gods.”
“Once a god, always a god, bitch.” Sin glared, taking a threatening step forward.
“I’ll take pleasure in paying your wife a visit once you’re dead. I hear she’s pregnant, but she won’t be for long,” she taunted with an evil smile. Neman grabbed his brother before he could lunge at her.
Giddy excitement built within her; everything was working out as she’d planned—she was keen to move onto the next phase.
“Well, as delightful as this little chat has been, I’m a very busy demoness. People to kill, realms to conquer.”
“Before you have us all killed, I have to know something.”
The big, red dragon stepped forward.
“How is it you’ve been getting your demons through our realm? I mean, what does it matter if you tell me, we’re going to die anyway.”
She shrugged. Yes, they would die, so what harm would it do? “Javir has been most accommodating. Our alliance will soon have me in control of your realm, as well, once he’s killed your king and taken the throne.”
Smoke billowed out of the dragon’s noses, she saw they were close to shifting again.
With a wave of her hand, she ordered her army: “Kill them all now!”
“You know, I’d think it would be an extremely bad idea.”
She swung around at the voice behind her. So, this was Slade the Sly. The golden dragon stood casually, as if nothing was under threat at all.
She scowled. “Why not?”
He snapped his fingers and winked at one of the hostage women, making the red dragon of the group growl.
“Because of this.”
Two dragon soldiers marched through the realm portal, dragging a limp Javir between them.
“Even with my genius brain, it didn’t take much to figure out who the dragon traitor was. Secondly, I really don’t like my friends being threatened like this.”
The portal realm rippled and dragon after dragon shot through it. Flapping wings and angry roars filled the air.
Blood pounded in her ears, red filled her vision. No, she couldn’t lose, wouldn’t lose like this! “Kill them, kill them all!”
* * * *
All hell broke loose.
The demon who used her as a scratching post for his claws slackened his grip, and Amber didn’t hesitate to swing around, punching it right in the nose. Her hand screamed in pain with the impact, but he stumbled back, clutching his face, blood gushing down his ugly Hawaiian shirt.
The other women fought back as well, breaking free of their captors. She blinked and large, red jaws plucked the demon off the ground, shaking it like a rag doll before crunching and snapping the demon in half.
She heard Brimstone roaring with molten rage inside her head. She stumbled and tripped over a rock, her butt hitting the dusty, desert floor.
“Hang on, my love.” Brim shifted and she didn’t care he was covered in demon blood when he picked her up and cradled her in his strong arms.
“Oh, god, Brim,” she sobbed against his chest, adrenaline and relief that he was alright spiking through her system.
“I have you, baby. I’m fucking never letting go again.”
“No, no, never. Oh, god, Darren! I think they killed him.”
Before she asked him to take her back, he teleported them before she knew it happened. Blinking, she realised they again stood in the dining room of Holbrook Station with Slazzamar fussing over a loudly complaining Darren who now sat on a couch, holding his side.
She struggled out of Brim’s arms and raced over. “You’re not dead!”
Darren winced, pain evident on his pinched features. “It’ll take more than a little itty-bitty demon to kill me, honey.” He nodded towards the floor near the pool table, where the demon lay with a blade embedded in his forehead.
Slazzamar kissed him. “I wouldn’t leave my mate without him knowing how to defend himself.” Pride was clear in Slazzamar’s tone and he gazed fondly at Darren. “But he’s gonna bitch for ages until these ribs heal.”
Darren rolled his eyes, before glancing up at Brim.
“You should be proud of your woman, Brimstone. She didn’t panic or run, she came to my defence and used a gun like a pro. She killed those two on the floor.” Darren nodded at her, and she felt heat creep into her face.