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

that had been revealed to her was correct and very, very real.
    “Demon,” Hunter repeated, but he was starting to look confused, and he shook his head slightly, spraying blood across the foyer.
    He knows. He can sense it.
    Athena knew she could never explain aloud while Hunter still had her in his grasp. Gathering her thoughts, she began to speak to him telepathically through a pathway that hadn’t existed moments ago.
    Hunter, if I was really a demon…which I’m not…you can’t kill me by asphyxiation. I’m not your enemy. I’m not a demon. I’m the creator of the Sentinels, the goddess Athena. Please stop. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to help you. Kristoff wouldn’t have sent you here if I was a danger to you. You don’t have to trust me. Trust Kristoff.
    His mangled face and eyes formed into what Athena could only assume was a scowl, and visions of his journey to her flashed through her mind.
    Blood.
    Pain.
    Anger.
    Battles.
    More pain.
    He’d been brutally attacked by her guardians as he’d made his way to her, his skin torn from his body piece by piece, fighting foes that were designed to protect her. Too late, she realized that even though he had been destined and commanded to come to her, her protective wards had challenged him every inch of the way.
    “Oh, God. I’m sorry,” she choked out, tears filling her eyes as she saw vision after vision of Hunter being tortured and hurt to get to her as Kristoff had requested. Her warding hadn’t allowed him through easily, even though she had wanted him here. Unlike her days as a goddess, her will didn’t make the wards stand down for someone she wanted in her mansion. Maybe because she had little of the power she’d had when she’d put them in place after being sent here. She’d had the power back for the ward to sense her wishes. Now…they apparently didn’t.
    You’re no damn goddess. What. Are. You? Athena heard Hunter’s voice clearly in her mind.
    She replied instantly, feeling Hunter’s death grip on her neck begin to loosen. I am the goddess Athena, the creator of the Sentinels.
    He replied telepathically, his tone still angry as his hand completely let go of her and simply rested on her chest. Why am I here?
    Athena swallowed hard, and gently pushed his now unresisting body from hers, trying to move him gently to his back before replying. Because I can help you.
    She sat up carefully, her white gown now completely saturated with blood. Kneeling beside his battered form, Athena couldn’t help but stare as she lowered her head and started looking at his injuries. They were massive and numerous, and she wasn’t certain exactly which one of the many bleeding parts of his body to start checking.
    Hunter reached out and clasped her wrist tightly as she reached out to tear off what was left of his t-shirt. His eyes bored into her as he communicated soundlessly. I don’t need help. Even if I did, nobody can help me. I am what I am…a bastard beyond redemption. I live to kill. I always have.
    Athena shook off his hold, and Hunter let her. What he said wasn’t necessarily true. Hunter was what he was for a reason…and none of it was his fault. He was simply a victim of fate. “I can help you and I will. The future of the Earth depends on it,” Athena told him calmly as she tore off the remnants of his garments with her bare hands. She may not have a lot of magic, but she was still a goddess, and she was elementally much physically stronger than a human. She flinched as she noticed she was causing Hunter even more pain, but she needed to get to his injuries.
    “Why?” Hunter choked out, his eyes beginning to flutter closed.
    “You need to survive if there is any future for my Sentinels.” She hesitated before adding, “And because I’m your radiant , Hunter,” she admitted, keeping her eyes focused on his.
    “Fuck. No,” he groaned, a bewildered expression drifting through his eyes.
    Athena wasn’t certain whether to be offended