Chapter 29
Nix wandered through the halls alone. After having some of the best sex of his life, he’d separated from Lake to give the others a chance to find him.
Which he was sort of regretting now.
“What the hell?” he grumbled, checking the time on his multi-slate. He was moving slowly, no longer interested in running around blindly.
When a room was occupied, the door was shut, and Nix passed many of them as he walked through the building. Some had soundproof walls, others weren’t so fortunate. Sometimes he could even hear moans over the forest sounds coming through the speakers hidden throughout Hunters Cross.
He was annoyed and about to call one of them to meet up when he finally caught sight of a masked West up ahead.
The Demon was peering at him from around the corner, and when he made no moves to give chase, Nix took a step toward him.
West took off, disappearing from sight, momentarily leaving a perplexed Nix staring at the empty space he’d once occupied.
That wasn’t how the night was meant to go. They were supposed to be hunting him, not the other way around. He had half a mind not to go after him, out of pure spite, but that feeling was fleeting.
He wanted West too badly for that.
Nix followed, but he didn’t have to go very far.
In the dark, gloomy atmosphere of the hallway, he spotted West darting into a room to the right, and Nix rushed in after him.
The door slammed shut behind his back, and he turned, not in any hurry now that they were both here, but the man he found standing there wasn’t the Demon.
“Confused?” Demitrious chuckled as he removed the mask—the one West had most definitely been wearing earlier. Yejun had made them custom, so there was no way it was a copy. “Oh, this? I borrowed it from my son.”
“What did you do? Where’s West?” He’d always known Demitrious didn’t like him, but cornering him in a room like this? He’d obviously meant to lure Nix here, and he couldn’t think of one good reason the older man would have for doing that.
“West is with someone who can manage him. It was either find someone else who could beat some sense into him or kill him. Since murdering my own flesh and blood is a hassle, we’ve both got Beck Bardin to thank for stepping up.”
“Are you saying you sold your son to Beck?” Nix took a threatening step forward. “What kind of father are you?”
“You should be more concerned for yourself.” Demitrious nodded at something over Nix’s shoulder and asked, “Can you handle this? Or will you botch it like last time?”
“I’ve got the situation under control.” Hendrix barely paid Nix any mind when he spun around and saw him there. “Just keep your word.”
Hendrix must have been hiding in the room already.
“Don’t worry.” Demitrious reached for the door. “As long as you complete this task, I’ll make sure to find a way to get you back in the Order.”
“Perfect.” Hendrix pulled a blaster from a hidden holster on his side. “Then consider Phoenix Monroe taken care of.”