Lost Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 4)

I’m inside her.

My eyes flick open as something powerful hums in my veins. The demons join together, stirring a flurry of violence and vengeance, and hollow, absent eyes stare through to the core of me.

Strength courses through me, unrestrained and raw. The room fills with a dark haze as the face of death staggers back. The chains break, pulling free from the walls in one hard tug.

“What the hell?” someone asks as the demons inside combine as one, tempered by nothing, controlled by none.

Something oozes from us, feeling so dark and incredible as it drifts through the air in a hot haze of red. It settles over the broken incubus who sucks in a sharp breath of new air.

He coughs and chokes on his blood as the knight looks between us and him, and he stumbles back another step.

“Bloody kill them!” a voice snaps.

The knight charges, and our hand flies up, slamming into his chest. His body sails backwards, slamming into the wall behind him. We cock our head, studying him. He looks so weak. Insignificant. Pathetic.

He tried to kill us.

Let’s destroy him.

With a scream so raw and primal, our hand shoots out again, and the knight falls to the floor with a clank and a garbled groan. The loud man who was shouting orders now cowers in the corner, his eyes wide and horrified as we near him with the measured steps of a true predator.

Let’s break them.

Let’s slaughter them all.

Paint the world with their blood.

It’ll be so pretty. Their screams will feed us. Their pleas will seduce us.

And we’ll be their only fear.

The hissing darkness drives us forward, and the incubus disappears from sight as we send him away.

He needs to heal.

“You like to watch?” we ask the visionary as he shrinks farther into the corner, his hands uselessly grappling the wall.

We need to kill.

“Watch this,” we tell him as the armor bursts into ashes and we do something so horrifying to the harbinger’s body that the visionary turns and vomits.

They all need to die.

“Your turn,” we say to the sobbing visionary.

Chapter 24

CHAZ

I curse as Roslyn stops, sniffing. I never should have left. I could have possibly stopped them from taking Dice and Karma. Karma pissed me off, saying things I was too stubborn to hear.

I left them unprotected.

Now they’re gone.

Kya’s sister is gone.

She’ll blame me forever, and I deserve it.