THIRTY-EIGHT
Within a split second of Aiden’s voice filling the cave, a voice Leila was more than thrilled to hear, pandemonium broke out. The demons around her swarmed out, rushing toward the Stealth Guardians who materialized out of nowhere. Swords clashed and daggers went flying. Angry shouts and grunts echoed in the cavern, making it sound like a whole army had descended on them.
Yet, Leila couldn’t concentrate on the fight raging around her. All she could think of now was how to get the pendant back that hung around Zoltan’s neck. With the demons around him being otherwise engaged, she finally had a chance, if only a slim one.
She had never thought he would wear it, but maybe Hamish had been right after all: demons liked shiny thing, and the piece of jewelry was more than just shiny, it was brilliant. The moment she’d seen Zoltan emerge from the vortex, she had noticed it. Her mind had started churning, trying to devise a plan for how to snatch her data back and destroy it before he dragged her into hell with him. Now the chance presented itself.
Frantically, her eyes darted around the cave, trying to assess the Stealth Guardians’ chances of defeating the demons. The Stealth Guardians were outnumbered, some of them having to fight not one opponent, but two. Yet their agility seemed to aid them in their fight, as did their other skills.
Leila watched as Hamish suddenly vanished, then reappeared behind a demon a second later, the clueless vile creature searching for him in panic, before Hamish’s sword severed his head. Green blood spurted onto the Stealth Guardian and the rock formations around him. His friends employed the same methods to deal with their opponents, turning invisible whenever they were in a bind, then reappearing an instant later at a different spot.
Enya fought just as bravely as her male colleagues. Her long blond hair was braided tightly around her head so the strands wouldn’t get in the way as she swung her sword like a samurai and spun her body as gracefully as a dancer, yet as fast and furious as a ninja. Leila had never seen a woman fight like that. She seemed fearless in the face of the demons, her hand swinging the sword with precision and cunning and with more strength than her lithe body should have been capable of.
With a triumphant growl, Enya hit the demon’s arm. He howled in response, but Enya didn’t stop in her movement even as he jumped onto her. She didn’t flinch when he aimed his dagger at her. In mid-movement, he halted, then dropped his gaze downwards. Leila followed his eyes and saw that Enya had driven a dagger into his gut. With a satisfied grin, she now yanked the dagger higher, slitting open her opponent as if she was an experienced butcher and the demon simply a dead bull.
Zoltan saw the same scene, noticing how more and more of his demons were being slaughtered, despite the fact that they outnumbered the Stealth Guardians. Clearly, their ability to turn invisible and then reappear where the demons didn’t suspect them, helped them greatly.
Yet, instead of helping his fellow demons, Zoltan didn’t move, nor did he release her arm. His fingers still dug painfully into her flesh, almost like the claws of a beast, his strength undeniable.
“Let’s go,” he grunted and yanked her toward the vortex.
It appeared he was prepared to let his followers die without lifting a finger as long as he got away with what he wanted: her.
“You have to take me with you!” Finlay whined behind them. “You promised me!”
Zoltan spun his head back to the traitor. “I promised you nothing! Do you really think we want a leader who’s willing to betray his own race? Those are not qualities we value.”
Finlay took a few hesitant steps toward them. “But you have to help me. I did this for your kind. So you could be stronger. You owe me.” His eyes darted nervously toward the Stealth Guardian who seemed to gain the upper hand now. “You have to help me. They’ll kill me if they get to me.”
“Help you?” Zoltan asked, tilting his head.
Leila watched as his expression changed, a faint smile playing around his lips, making him look more human. But the coldness in his eyes betrayed his friendly smile.
“I’ll help you. I’ll make sure they won’t kill you . . . ”
A relieved expression spread on Finlay’s face as he took another step closer. But a moment later, Zoltan pulled his dagger and flicked his wrist, aiming the blade at the traitor. It hit him between the eyes.
“ . . . by killing you first,” he finished his sentence.
Leila felt his grip on her arm easing in the same instance as the shock of the cold blooded murder charged through her body. It gave her the courage she needed. If she didn’t act now, he would pull her into the vortex.
As Zoltan watched Finlay’s dead body tumble to the ground, Leila shoved her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out her can of mace. She pointed it at her captor and pressed the button, releasing the stinging vapor. He let out a roar, but his hand on her arm loosened and she pulled free. While his hands went to his face to cover his eyes, painful screams issuing from his throat, she reached for the pendant and ripped it from his neck.
His hands reached for her, one of them hitting against her shoulder. But she held onto the pendant, even as Zoltan blindly swung his fists in her direction.
“Aiden!” she yelled and whirled her head toward the fighting Stealth Guardians.
She caught Aiden’s gaze as he fought a demon in the middle of the cavern.
“The pendant!” she yelled and tossed it in his direction, watching how he drove his dagger into the demon, then tossed him to the side, lunging for the pendant.
In the same instant, Zoltan, seeming to have regained some of his lost vision, snatched her wrist. She witnessed how his eyes went to Aiden who at that moment caught the pendant in his hands, then tucked it safely into his pants pocket.
Realization spread on the demon’s face. “The drug. It was in there?” He lashed her with an angry glare.
“You’ll never get it!” she bit back, relief that the blueprint was out of Zoltan’s hands flooding her.
“I still have you!” he hissed.
“No you don’t!” Aiden’s furious voice responded.
Leila’s heart beat into her throat as she witnessed Aiden jump toward Zoltan, sword in hand. Zoltan instantly released her and tossed her from him with such ferocity that she lost her balance, fell and slid to the edge of the vortex, coming to a halt only inches from the churning fog and air.
She scrambled to get away from its pulling force, her hands searching for anything to grab onto as her feet were pulled into the darkness. She saw Aiden stare at her situation in horror, but at that moment Zoltan engaged him with a weapon he’d pulled from behind his back.
They exchanged blows, the sound of the clashing blades bouncing off the walls. Zoltan was taller than Aiden, more bulky. He appeared stronger and more massive, yet Aiden fought with fire and determination. Suddenly, Aiden’s form flickered briefly and he disappeared only to reappear to Zoltan’s left a split-second later. However, the demon seemed to have anticipated his move and had already turned to fend off the next blow.
Leila took her eyes off the fight, struggling to find a hold on the slippery limestone. Her hand found a ridge and gripped it. Steadily, she pulled, nudging her body an inch farther out of the gaping hole. It gave her enough leverage to move her other hand toward the same ridge. She found purchase with her second hand. But the pull of the vortex increased, making her unable to move. All she could do was keep her position, her legs in the vortex up to her knees, her body stretched out flat on her stomach.
When a shout of pain echoed through the cave, she snapped up her head and saw how Aiden’s hand reared toward his shoulder, covering a large gash.
“Got ‘em!” she heard Hamish shout an instant later, making her whirl her head in his direction.
Hamish had just defeated his opponent and was free to engage another one.
“Hamish! Help Aiden!” she yelled and caught his attention.
His head snapped in her direction, and he rushed toward Aiden and Zoltan. The demon noticed him approaching instantly, his eyes quickly assessing the fight in the cave. Only three other demons were still alive, and they would be dead soon too, considering how well the Stealth Guardians fought.
Clearly realizing the hopelessness of the situation, Zoltan dealt another blow at Aiden, then disengaged and lunged for the portal. In midflight, he reached for her ankle, trying to pull her with him.
Oh God, no, he’d get her after all!
Panic seared through her, and she closed her eyes, her damp hands cramping over the ridge, her fingers loosening.
Come with me. I’ll give you everything you desire, she heard his voice in her mind. Your parents. I’ll give you back your parents. Isn’t that what you desire most?
A sob escaped her.
“NOOOO!”
Aiden’s scream was followed by several hands gripping her arms, pulling her. She felt as if she were being stretched on a rack, her body being torn in two opposite directions. Then suddenly, she was catapulted forward, the pull from the vortex ceasing from one moment to the next, the grip on her ankle gone.
Breathing hard, she opened her eyes.
Aiden drew her into his arms. Hamish next to him let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, baby, I thought I’d lost you.”
She didn’t get a chance to answer, because Aiden’s lips were on hers an instant later. His kiss was brief, but searing. When he released her lips, he turned his head back to the fighting. She followed his gaze and saw how Hamish jumped back into the melee, relieving Manus’s opponent of his head.
Then the two charged toward Enya and Logan, making short work of the two demons they were fighting. With the last demon dead, quiet settled over the cave.
“You came for me,” she whispered to Aiden.
He gazed into her eyes. “I would have gone to the underworld to get you back.” He pressed her against him.
As she looked over his shoulder, she suddenly saw two men she didn’t know enter the cave. She stiffened.
“What did we miss?” the elder of the two asked.
Aiden released her and turned. “A pretty good fight.”
“Ah, that sucks,” the younger one commented.
The older man smiled, and Leila instantly saw the similarity between him and Aiden.
“Well, knowing your mother, I’m sure she’s glad I missed it. Even though—” He looked at the dead bodies of the demons. “—I wouldn’t have minded a bit of demon killing myself.”
Aiden nodded. “Don’t worry, father, there are more where they came from. We haven’t seen the last of them.”
Leila shivered. “Zoltan will come back, won’t he?”
He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “And I’ll always be with you to protect you.”