Beast of Fire -- a Demon Hunting Sexy Romance Read Free Page A

named Seth. Lucan had killed Seth’s brother two nights before. He would be chopped beef inside that club, which was exactly why he’d come here. The Guardians might enjoy torturing him with hideous nightmares, mental pain and anguish, but they didn’t want him dead. They'd brought him to his knees with instant hallucinations without warning, tore through his mind with horrific images no one should be subjected to. And they'd enjoyed every second of his torture. Enjoyed his disobedience simply for the pleasure of making him pay for it. But if they attacked his mind inside Sabboth, he’d end up dead, and all their fun at his expense would be over.  
    The entrance came into view, purple lights glowing around the frame. As Lucan stepped through the door, a security laser scanned his eyes, so he knew he had about three minutes to do what he had come to do before Seth and his Demon buds came for him. Lucan walked slowly, lazily toward the bar, thoughts clear, free of anything he didn't want the Guardians to read, but he could feel his wrists tingling, feel them stir in his mind.  
    He stopped at the bar, slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and spoke to the flat-nosed Demon that looked more bulldog than bartender. “Phone and make it quick.” The Demon narrowed his eyes on Lucan, a flicker of red in their depths. Lucan slid another bill on the counter. "That’s my limit.”  
    The Demon grinned, showing fanged teeth, and reached under the bar, retrieving a phone. “Reception is hell down here, but you're welcome to try.”  
    Lucan was trying all right, already dialing, his gut twisting in knots, a number he thought he’d never dial again – the Knights' leader, Jag. He had no right to call for himself, no justification to ask for help. He’d turned his back on the Knights, and there was no undoing that wrong. But this wasn’t for him. It was for Kresley. Jag had to get her out of here.
    “Come on, come on,” he murmured, listening to the ring tone, hoping for Jag’s voice.  
    “You bastard!”
    The exclamation came from behind. Seth. Crap! Lucan turned with the phone still at his ear and brought Seth’s three-hundred-pound frame into view, the Demon's red eyes bulging as he charged forward. He plummeted into Lucan, sending the phone flying to the floor. Lucan shoved Seth off of him, using the supernatural strength of a Knight. Seth flew backwards, and Lucan dove for the phone, flat on his stomach, sliding across the hard-ass concrete floor. A booted foot kicked it out of the way, and Lucan jumped to his feet, preparing for attack.  
    To his utter horror, he found himself facing the towering, leather-clad, presence of Adrian, Leader of the Darkland Beasts. The Demon who showed himself in god-like perfection, the long, blond hair and muscular body. But he was pure evil, a stain on life by his very existence. The Demon that Lucan had made his deal with. The Darkland Leader that Lucan had not seen in a year. The bar went silent, every Demon within terrified for their lives.  
    But not Lucan. At his core, he was still a Knight of White, and he clung to that. A year ago, he’d come to Adrian for one reason only. To save Kresley from the Guardian’s hold over her.  
    “You can’t have her,” Lucan said, bitterly, looking Adrian in the eyes, unwilling to cower with the rest of those around him. “That wasn’t the deal.”
    An evil smile slid onto Adrian’s lips. “Deals are made to be broken.” Adrian waved his hand, and Lucan found himself back in his apartment. Pain instantly lanced his mind, and he fell to his knees. He could do nothing to stop the Guardians' attack on himself, nothing to protect Kresley.  
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    Don’t make it all for nothing.  
    Lucan’s words coiled in the pit of her stomach but did nothing to the determination in her heart, nor the footfalls of her steps down the alley. Kresley ran after Lucan as if she were running for her life- – only it was his life she was