A Dangerous Fury (The Sentinel Demons Book 3) Read Free

the terribly injured man/demon in front of her was still standing. “Come in,” she urged, trying to get him into the house. Dropping the hand she held out to him for fear of hurting him more by touching him, Athena stepped aside, hoping the mammoth Sentinel could make it into her residence on his own steam. She might have to resort to magic, but she knew it would drain her dry. Her power was getting dangerously low.
    Hunter swayed but stayed on his feet, his intense, unnerving gaze never leaving her face. “Demon. Kill,” he rasped in a guttural, barely audible voice.
    “There are no demons here—” Her words were cut off abruptly by Hunter as he lunged at her with a move an injured Sentinel like him shouldn’t possess.
    Athena suddenly felt her body fly across the foyer, the gigantic Sentinel clasping her waist in an iron grip that he shouldn’t be capable of at the moment. Flat on her back, she watched him above her, mesmerized, as scarlet rivulets ran off his face and gravity carried them into a steady drip onto her body. Her white gown was already saturated in Hunter’s blood before she finally demanded, “Get. Off. Me.” She didn’t want to hurt him, but she wasn’t going to lie underneath a Sentinel who had clearly lost his sanity along with a massive amount of blood.
    “Demon,” he growled murderously, wrapping his large hand around her neck.
    My eyes! Hunter is only looking at my eyes.
    As Athena struggled to speak through Hunter’s stranglehold on her throat, she realized he was seeing her eyes flash bright red because she was annoyed and angry about being attacked, mistaking her for some type of demon.
    When she’d created the Sentinels, it had been necessary for her to take a small part of the Evil’s essence into her soul to make a Sentinel that could actually combat the disgusting creatures. Because of Hunter’s sensitivity to Evils, he could see that flash of red in her eyes; could sense the tiny portion of an Evil in her soul.
    Kristoff was a demigod and he never saw her as anything other than what she really was: a goddess. However, any other magical entity or human would see the occasional flash of crimson in her irises when she was emotional, and Hunter could obviously sense the tiny fraction of demon in her soul.
    “I’m…not…demon,” Athena gasped, trying to loosen Hunter’s grip before she used the precious amount of magic she still possessed. Good Lord…how was Hunter even managing to grasp her neck? His grip was brutal, his eyes furious and determined. He wanted her dead.
    “Liar. Demon,” he rumbled, his only intent obviously to see her die, watch any sort of light leave her eyes.
    Not happening, big guy. I didn’t summon you here so you could hurt me.
    Hunter only had the use of one arm, the other completely mangled and broken. Still, he was strong, and Athena admired his tenacious power even as she struggled to pry his fingers from her neck with both hands.
    Kill. Kill. Kill!
    She startled as she heard Hunter’s voice in her head, not completely sure at first if she was hallucinating. She continued to try to remove his grip from her body as she stared at him, stunned. He couldn’t kill her, but the death manacle he had on her throat was starting to become uncomfortable, making it difficult to talk, and she could definitely be injured. She couldn’t afford for that to happen. She needed every bit of power she had left right now.
    “Get. Off.” Athena glared back at Hunter, his heavy body imprisoning her, and their eyes clashing in a battle of wills.
    Voices whispered in her head: some Hunter’s thoughts, and others the voices of oracles. Athena listened as she kept eye contact with Hunter, her hands loosening as she realized exactly what was happening.
    Oh. Crap.
    Athena shook her head in denial of the information being relayed to her as Hunter tightened his grasp.
    It can’t be true.
    Yet, deep in her soul, Athena already knew that every bit of the information