Snooke(Demon Warriors 2)(27)

Kane crossed the room and opened the door, allowing Hondo and Chris to enter. “I was wondering if Chris could hang out and tell Dillon some of his great stories.” Hondo gave Kane a slight shake of his head.

“Sure.” Kane crossed back over to his mate and gave him a kiss before heading out with Hondo. “What was that all about?”

Hondo sighed. “If Chris knew we were about to go after a soul sucker, he’d be the first to shoot out of the door.”

They walked down King Kennedy, feeling the tugging getting stronger, indicating that they were getting close.

“Hey.” Deandre, another of the Demon Warriors, caught up with them. “I felt a tugging.”

“Where is everyone else?” Hondo asked as they got closer to Diablo’s.

“Here and there, doing other things for Panahasi.”

The three rounded the corner into the alley between Diablo’s and Malcor’s. They came to a halt at the sight before them.

There was a body on the ground, and the perpetrator was still there.

“Torky?”





Chapter Seven




“It wasn’t me, I swear.” The demon backed away. “I found him like this.”

Kane approached the pair, watching the neighborhood know-it-all as he knelt down beside the downed man. Kane looked down, seeing the victim staring blankly at him. It was fucked up to have one’s soul taken. They still lived, but had to be institutionalized because the victim would now be in a zombie state. No personality, no thoughts of their own. Just wandering aimlessly around.

It angered Kane that someone would do this to another, and for what? To gain the other demon’s powers. He didn’t think it was worth stripping someone of their very essence to gain that prize. Kane wondered what this demon’s powers had been and who now possessed them.

“I didn’t see anything. I was coming out of Diablo’s and spotted someone slumped over. You ain’t pinning this on me,” Torky snapped.

Kane ignored the demon as he studied the surroundings. A detective he was not, but he’d learned over the millenniums to look for the unseen.

Deandre bent down and hauled the soulless man into his arms. “I’ll take him over to the institution.”

Kane nodded as his eyes scanned the area. He couldn’t see anything that would help him find the soul sucker.

“I got a tugging in my chest.”

Kane stood, staring open-mouthed as Deandre and Phoenyx came walking down the alley. He looked over at Hondo, who looked just as baffled.

“What did you do with the body?” Kane asked cautiously.

Deandre’s brows pulled together in a deep frown as he looked from Hondo to Kane. “What body?”

“Shit,” Kane shouted as he and Hondo took off back down the alley and around the corner onto King Kennedy. He looked around quickly and then spotted “Deandre” two blocks down, in the opposite direction of the institution.

“Who the hell is he?” Hondo asked as they both took off down the street.

The impersonator spotted them and dropped the soulless man, hauling ass away from them. Kane threw his hands out to freeze the punk when a crowd of shifters emerged from Jake’s Java.

“Fuck,” Kane growled as they lost the fake Deandre in the crowd. Hondo quickly retrieved the body that had been tossed away and turned his back at the gawking shifters.

“Let’s get him over to the institution.”

Kane followed Hondo, pissed as hell that the man got away.

Once they dropped the victim off, Kane headed back to his apartment, happy to see his mate safe and sound. Hondo went up to Panahasi’s as Kane entertained the men.

“So what did you have to do?” Dillon asked.

Kane dropped down into the chair in the living room and pulled Snooke onto his lap. “Chase a soul sucker.”

“What!” Chris cried. “I’m gonna kill Hondo.”

“What’s a soul sucker? It sounds nasty,” Dillon inquired.

Kane ran his hands up and down Snooke’s back as his mate snuggled into his lap. “It’s a demon who gets greedy. Isn’t satisfied having just one power. He sucks the soul out of another demon, acquiring their power and leaving the victim an empty shell.”

Dillon shuddered. “I am so glad I’m human.”

Hondo came through the door, smiling as he walked across the living room.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going after a soul sucker?” Chris placed his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at Hondo.

The warrior gulped and looked over at Kane, shooting daggers at him.

“Hey, he asked.” Kane shrugged.

“And you just had to tell him?”

Chris grabbed Hondo’s arm, pulling the large demon along with him. “Come on, fella. You’re taking me home.”