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The room tilted, and warmth leaked down the back of my neck. As the battle sounds in the room dulled and ringing filled my ears, I reached up and touched my head, my hand coming away with something warm and sticky.
Blood.
Someone had hit me with the crystal vase from the table by the door. My head had already received a blow when the demon chucked me across the room.
Shit. I needed to shake this off.
Arms wrapped around my middle, and I tried to kick out, but another demon grabbed my legs. They rushed into the hall and hurried into a smaller living room, tossing me on the fancy couch.
Sickness churned my gut, and pain pummeled my skull again as I struggled against my captors. I grabbed a heavy crystal ashtray that looked like it had come straight out of the eighties and smashed it into the dux demon’s head while he attempted to keep my legs pinned.
He released his grip and crashed into the glass coffee table, shattering it and falling through the metal frame. “You little bitch!” He clutched his forehead where a sleek silver horn used to be.
“You’rethe little b—”
The other dux demon jumped on me and slammed a dagger into my abdomen.
Hot agony ripped through me, but he slapped his hand over my mouth before I could scream.
I blinked as he blurred into focus, golden-blond hair falling around his handsome face. Bright yellow eyes gleamed, and dimples framed his mouth as he gave a crooked smile.
“Do you remember me, sweetheart?”
My blood seared as memories of my mission to the Underworld flooded forward.
Furic.
I’d danced with him at Karn’s when I came to steal the Infernal Sol and then knocked him out. Twice.
Panic slashed at me, and I tried to push him off, but he dug the knife in, tearing a bigger gash. Blood seeped from the wound, staining the cream cushions. Weakness spilled into my muscles, dulling my senses and slowing my movements. There was something strange about the knife he stabbed me with. Sharp, slashing symbols carved the silver hilt, and a magenta stone gleamed in the center.
“That’s right, Tate.” Venom dripped from my name, and he removed his hand from my mouth. “This is no ordinary dagger.”
“Get the fuck off me.” I grew more sluggish by the second. “Fane will find me.” He must have sensed that something was wrong.
Unless he was too busy trying not to die.
Furic grinned and leaned forward, his lips skimming mine. “Princess Venna knows what’s inside of you.”
Ice pierced my flesh, as sharp and deadly as the knife stuck in my gut.
“And she gave me this mystical blade to cut it out.”
ChapterForty-Three
Furic draggedthe knife across my torso, and blinding pain spewed through my body. He shoved his hand over my mouth again to muffle my scream.
“No one can hear you anyway, Tate.” His mouth moved to my ear. “No one will save you before I cut the Infernal Sol out.”
How did Venna find out I carried the demon amulet? And what would she do with it?
“If this doesn’t kill you, Princess Venna will torture you. She said I can play with you for a while too.” Furic’s hand ran over my body, acid oozing up my throat. “I’ve been imagining all the deliciously terrible things I’m going to do to you.”
“Go to hell,” I mumbled against his palm.
The other demon finally crawled out of the demolished glass table. “Hurry up and get this over with.” His attention flicked to the locked door. “I’d rather not be here when that psycho hybrid realizes what’s going on.”
“Royce, just hold her down and cover her mouth,” Furic instructed.
