Forever Bound Series 1-4(19)

He still didn’t get it. “I don’t need you to protect me.” She motioned to the vampires. They lined up. All of them ready.

“Because they’ve got your back?” Anger roughed his voice.

“No, because I’m a f*cking vampire princess.” She bared her fangs. “And I’m riding high on my wolf’s blood.” Time for ass kicking. She pushed past Jace and grabbed the demon, wrenching him away from the wolves. “Remember me? I’m the vamp bitch who broke your neck.”

His red eyes bulged as she promised, “I’m also the one who’s going to drain you dry.”

Louis snapped his fingers together. “Now I know who she reminds me of…” His gaze flew to Jace. “You.”

Jace snarled.

“Come ahead, bitch,” the demon dared. “You think you’re strong? My blood will burn you from the inside out.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispered and moved as fast as Jace had, a blur. She grabbed the demon’s head and yanked it back. “Bleed for me.”

She sank her teeth into him.

His blood filled her mouth. Warm. Not burning. But bitter. So bitter. She drank and took the memories. Fire. Hell. Screams that never ended.

“Morgan.” Jace’s hands settled on her back.

She kept drinking.

A white light entered hell. Small. Such a narrow opening. A man’s voice called. Chanting. Serving up blood sacrifices. Trading lives because he wanted power.

“Stop!” The demon bellowed.

She drank more.

More.

The doorway opened. She saw the bastard who’d unlocked that door. Fucking *.

Betrayal.

The door opened in her mind, and fire raced out, burning, burning…

Morgan jerked away, screaming, as smoke rose from her mouth.

The demon laughed. “Told you, b-bitch…you’ll burn…”

She could feel the blisters in her throat. But…but she was already healing.

Jace’s blood.

She blew the smoke into the demon’s face. “Time for you to go back home.”

He flinched.

“Tell me you know where the doorway is,” Jace growled the words behind her.

She held the demon’s red stare a moment longer, long enough to see the fear flare in his eyes, then she faced Jace. “I know.” But first she had another matter to take care of.

A little matter of a blood betrayal.

“Good.” Jace pulled her away. “Then it’s time to kill the bastard.”

The demon screamed in fury and surged against the wolves who’d grabbed him.

Morgan slipped back a few steps. She caught Paul’s stare and inclined her head toward the door.

The demon’s screams rose.

She swallowed back the taste of ash. “Where’s Devon?” She whispered to Paul.

Betrayal. She should have seen this coming. He’d always been such a power hungry *.

He hadn’t been testing her with that fire. He’d wanted to kill her. So she wouldn’t find out what he’d done.

You nearly killed us all.

Paul’s eyes narrowed. “What did you see?”

“Devon killing humans.” Not just killing. Torturing. Sacrificing. “He’s the one who opened the doorway.” It made sense, but she’d been too blind to see it before. Devon was over five hundred years old. He would know all the ancient legends and spells. He would know how to raise demons, how to open a doorway.

And to get power, he’d done it.

Only the demons he’d let out hadn’t exactly been keen on obeying him.

You can’t cage some beasts.

“Bastard.” Paul’s hands fisted. The demon wasn’t screaming anymore. Out of time. “I haven’t seen him since the wolves came inside.”

“Because he’s running.” Dammit. “This is our mess to clean up.” Not for the wolves. Vampire business. “Get the others. Hunt him.” The order she’d never thought to give came from her as Morgan said, “Kill him.”

Paul nodded. He always followed her orders. Always.

Morgan rushed away from him, already heading to the winding tunnels that led beneath the house. Before she faced hell, she’d take care of her own nightmare.

And she’d take full control of her vampire nest.

Morgan raced down the stairs. The others would come soon, spreading out. Searching.

Rage fueled her blood. So many vampires had died at the hands of the demons. The demons hunted in heavy packs. Swooping in, preying when the vamps were weak—ripping us apart.

They’d tried to stop them for months. And Devon, he’d been the * to bring those monsters into the world.

She twisted to the left. Snaked down the tunnel to the right.

The scent of blood hit her. Fresh blood.

Dammit, what had he done now?

A heavy metal door waited in front of her, open by a few precious inches. Open just enough to let the scent of blood spill out.

“Devon!” She called out as she shoved at the door. “What are you—”

Inside, a pool of blood soaked the floor. And in the middle of that pool…the broken body of the werewolf who’d attacked Jace at Howling Moon.

Footsteps thudded behind her. “Morgan!”