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Story: Bad Magic

“What is it?”he growled.

“Demon ward.”

“Can we get through?”

I shook my head.“You need demon blood to pass unless we break it.”Lars had said we needed to destroy the parent sigil to do that.I fucking hoped it worked.I used my blade to gouge through it, attempting to break the seal.

“I can still feel it buzzing over my skin,” Rome said and lifted his hand to test it before I could stop him.The skin of his hand immediately bubbled, peeling back and exposing raw flesh.

He yanked his hand back with a roar.

It wasn’t the right sigil.I searched frantically but couldn’t find it.

“We can’t get through.”

I sucked in several breaths.Nothing would stop me.I might lose my skin, but I’d heal.“I’m going anyway.”

“No fucking way, brother,” Rome growled as Relic and Lothar pounded around the corner.

Rome dove on me as I ran for it.

“Stop him!”he roared.

I swung, fighting to get free as Relic and Lothar piled on as well, holding me down.

“You’ll be no fucking use to her if you’re that badly injured,” Rome bit out.“We’ll find her.We will find her, brother.”

If that motherfucker harmed her in any way, I would burn everything to the ground to find him and make him pay.

ChapterTwenty-Five

Sutton

I woke chainedto a stone wall.

Snarls and growls echoed all around me.Poe had dosed me good, then had continued to drug me for at least two days, but it was obviously starting to wear off because I managed to lift my head and open my eyes.

The chamber was huge, set up like some kind of twisted demonic living room.On one side, there were massive couches and chairs, and a huge widescreen TV—and on the other were several apparatuses, some that I assumed were for sex, and others that were obviously for torture, and in the middle, was a fire pit that spat hellfire every couple of minutes.

The huge cavern had openings on two sides, and on one side, a hound was chained at the opening, pacing in front of it, there to stop anyone from coming in.It no doubt was Brick.They’d taken him from the sewers before the hounds could get to him.Beyond him light flickered, and moans of despair and cries of pain echoed in the distance.

The other exit wasn’t passable either.I recognized Kurgan instantly, the hound I’d met with Jagger, his inner scars were impossible to miss.He was in his hound form, huge and shaggy and foaming at the mouth.Lucifer said there was a second hound missing, but he can’t have meant Kurgan.Not only had I met the wild hound after the meeting at Rune’s, but he’d also told War it was someone the alpha didn’t know.Which meant there was possibly a third hound being held down here somewhere.

There would be no moving the huge hound, though, no getting close, because if I wasn’t mistaken, locked in a cage right beside the entrance he was guarding, was his mate.The small female sat in the middle, her arms wrapped around her knees, trembling, and her face hidden.

They were using her to control him, and she was utterly terrified.

“You better have news for me?”someone roared.

My head snapped back as a door opened across from me, and Tarrant and Poe strode into the main cavern, followed by a huge horned demon.

“I’m sorry, Lord Beelzebub.We have nothing yet.”

Oh fuck.This was Beelzebub’s home.The terrifying demon spun and grabbed Tarrant by the throat, slamming him against the rough stone.“It’s not time.”He shook his huge head.“If this comes back on me, if Lucifer finds out what I’ve been planning, I’m fucked.”He roared, then punched the stone beside Tarrant’s head, sending shards of stone flying.

I swallowed my scream.The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself.

“I want the name of the traitor.”