Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(98)

“H-how do you know they’re whatever the hell you called them demons?” she asked, trying to appear brave, but probably failing miserably.

“I spotted them siphoning gas out of two pickup trucks,”

he said with a shrug as if that explained it all.

It really didn’t.

“Um, you know humans steal gas too, right?”

He tossed her sneakers at her feet. “Yeah, but most humans don’t guzzle it down like it’s water.”

“Why?”

“Why do they drink it?” he asked, holstering a gun in the back of his pants. “Because it’s like a drug for them.

It makes them strong and unfortunately pretty stupid.

They’re great trackers, but they f**king suck as mercenaries. They usually work with other demons or shifters and this time is no different so we’re going to have to be really careful as we leave,” he said, tossing his bag over his shoulder and handing her, her bag. It felt lighter than before, but that was probably because Chris had shoved most of their things into his bag.

He grabbed her hand and gave her a slight pull towards the door. “We have to hurry. Whatever you do don’t leave my side, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, swallowing nervously.

“It will be okay, Munchkin,” he said, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. “We’ll be out of here before you know it,” he said with a sexy wink that helped calm her nerves, somewhat.

She just hoped it was really going to be that simple.

Chapter 34

Where the f**k was she?

He looked at the chaos around him, ignoring the screaming hotel guests as they shoved and pushed each other out of the way as they scrambled to get to the stairwell.

“Izzy!” he yelled over the screams and the blaring sound of the fire alarm as he tried to see through the damn smoke.

Those dumb f**ks had set the hotel on fire. Anyone else would have just set off the fire alarm and watched and waited as everyone evacuated the hotel, but not Djaeho demons. That plan would have been too elaborate for them. They liked to stick to simple plans, very simple plans and whatever shifter they’d teamed up with had seriously f**ked up by taking their eyes off the dumb bastards.

“Chris!” he heard the faint scream, but it was enough to give him a general idea of what direction she was in. He shoved his way through the crowd as he made his way to the opposite end of the hallway.

“Izzy!”

“Chris!” she screamed much louder this time.

“Munchkin!” he yelled, pausing by a hotel door.

“Chris, get them off of me!” she screamed from what sounded like next room.

He moved his ass to the door and didn’t hesitate in breaking it down. There could have been twenty armed men standing behind the door ready to kill him and he wouldn’t have cared. He needed to get to his mate.

The door crashed open and he came to a stumbling halt as he watched four very large Djaeho demons moving around Izzy and were they sniffing her? Yes, they were definitely sniffing her.

“This can’t be her,” the man who was on his knees with his nose practically glued to Izzy’s stomach said.

“Jonathan didn’t say anything about her being pregnant and this one is. This isn’t her.”

Chris ignored Izzy’s little startled gasp as he slowly reached for his gun. Silver bullets wouldn’t kill any of them, but it would do enough damage to confuse them for a while.

“Release my mate,” he said evenly as he took aim.

The demon currently sniffing Izzy’s wrist frowned. “He didn’t say anything about a mate.”

“I don’t think this is her,” the one sniffing her neck said with a firm shake of his head.

Chris moved patiently, making sure that he had the wall at his back as he moved further into the room. One thing he knew about Djaeho demons, it took them a f**king long time to come to a decision or notice anything once something had their attention.

“This can’t be her. Jonathan would have told us if she were mated and pregnant,” the last one said, standing up as he released Izzy’s hand with a frustrated sigh.

“But she smells like the shirt Jonathan gave us,” the one who’d been sniffing her stomach said.

Izzy threw him a pleading look, but he shook his head slightly as he continued slowly towards them. The last thing he wanted to do was startle the hell out of four Djaeho demons since they had a tendency of panicking before thinking things through.

“No, she smells stronger than the tee shirt and pregnant. It’s not her!” the one who’d been sniffing her wrist said shoving him and Chris nearly groaned when he realized that he was looking at four almost identical brothers who no doubt shared a brain. They all had sandy brown hair with streaks of red, dark beady eyes, hulking builds and were apparently slow on the uptake since they looked startled when they finally saw him.

Yeah, Djaeho demons were great trackers, but shitty mercenaries.

“You need to step away from my mate. Now,” he said, taking aim.

Instead of moving all four demons shared a very confused look. “What are we supposed to do now?” one of them asked, which one he really wasn’t sure and didn’t care as long as they moved their asses, but this was Djaeho demons he was talking about here and could very well still be standing around here five hours from now just as confused.