“You let me feed off her.”

I started. “I know I heard you wrong.”

“No. You didn’t,” Lotho replied coolly. “You let me feed off her.” He nodded at Kat. The blood drained from her face, but it rushed to every part of my body like a fiery flood. “I won’t kill her. Just a taste. Or two. Maybe three.”

A long moment passed as I stared at the soon-to-be-dead son of a bitch. Part of my head couldn’t register that he’d dared to even make that request. Fury simmered in my gut, spreading into an inferno. My vision blurred as the world shifted colors.

Hunter shook his head as he rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s so messed up, man.”

“Yeah. I’m completely screwed up like that.” Lotho smiled, and my rage knew no limit at that point. “That’s my condition. Take it or get the hell out.”

18

{ Katy }

I was going to hurl all over my sneakers.

This . . . this thing wanted to feed off me? That was his condition? Panic rose swiftly, sinking its poisonous venom into my bloodstream.

Daemon exploded. He shot forward, reaching the first step before Hunter and Archer got hold of him. The words that streamed out of his mouth were a steady onslaught of various F-bomb combinations I didn’t even know were possible.

“You’re out of your f**king mind,” Daemon shouted. His eyes were all white, bright as diamonds, as he strained against the two guys. “You sick son of a bitch!”

Lotho arched a brow.

The edges of Daemon’s body thrummed, casting frantic slivers of light into the gloom of this underworld. “Forget it. That’s never going to happen, and you’re never going to f**king walk again when I’m done with you.”

One broad shoulder rose as Lotho stared down at him dispassionately. “Like I said, take it—”

Another ripe F-bomb was tossed in his direction. “If you think you’re going to get anywhere near her, you’re insane.”

My stomach tumbled as Lotho continued to smirk. “Hey, if you don’t want to play along, don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.”

Daemon lurched forward, nearly dragging Archer and Hunter to the ground. Another explosive tirade ripped from him as my heart pounded like thunder in my chest.

“That’s really your condition?” My voice was hoarse. “You’re not going to help without that condition being met?”

He nodded. His lifeless eyes landed on me, and I knew he wasn’t going to cave. We would leave with no Arum support. The military would drop their e-bombs all across the United States. Innocent humans and Luxen would die, along with hybrids and Origins. Dee would be lost, most likely killed. The world would rapidly rewind to the past, losing hundreds of years of technology and advancement.

We couldn’t let that happen.

My stomach turned as reality slammed into me with the force of a freight truck packed full of dy***ite. I was . . . I was going to have to let him do this. That was it. We had no other choice.

Archer and Hunter had managed to drag Daemon back a few steps, but the expression on his face was downright murderous as he glared at the Arum leader. I knew if he got free, he was going to go at him with everything he had. Maybe that was what Lotho really wanted.

Or maybe Lotho was seriously just a sick bastard.

I didn’t know, and it really didn’t matter.

My hands shook as I smoothed them down my sides. “Daemon.”

It was like he didn’t hear me; he was so focused on the Arum. Violence poured into the air around him. His chest heaved with every deep, ragged breath he took. He was a bottle with the lid about to be completely screwed off.

“Can you give us a few moments?” I asked.

Lotho gave a noncommittal wave of his hand. “I have all the time in the world. You all? Not so much.”

Daemon started to shift. “You have less time than you think, you stupid freak of a mother—”

“Daemon!” I placed my hand on his arm, and his head whipped toward me, eyes blazing. “We need—”

“We don’t need jack,” he growled. “But I need to end his life right—”

“Stop,” I said, staring into his burning eyes. “We need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” His gaze swung back to Lotho. “Unless you want to hear in detail what I plan to do to the bastard. Then we can talk all you want.”

Archer’s eyes met mine from the other side of Daemon. It’s our only choice.

I know, I sent back.

Then you need to get him on board.

What the hell did Archer think I was doing? “Can you guys help me get him outside of this room?” Talking in here would just decline into him cussing out Lotho again.

Hunter nodded. “Come on, big boy. Let’s take a walk and let you cool down.”

It took a god-awful amount of time to get Daemon out into the tunnel leading into the main room. Both of the guys hesitated leaving him alone with me, as if they thought he’d bum-rush Lotho in the main room.

The way he was staring at the closed metal door, there was a good chance he might blast a hole right through it and go all Rambo on steroids on Lotho.

I watched him stand a few feet from me, his chest rising and falling deeply. The edges of his body were still blurred, and I could practically feel the bitter metallic taste of his anger.

“I can’t believe he’d even suggest that,” he said, his voice as razor sharp as broken glass.

“I can’t either, but . . .” I took a deep breath when his luminous gaze found mine. “But that’s his condition.”




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