29. Farren
Farren
I woke up only once during the night when the boys came into the tent and each placed a kiss on my cheek before Locke bundled me into his arms and lulled me back to sleep with his steady breathing. When I woke up again, it was morning and I was alone but could hear the boys shouting outside.
I crawled over the sleeping bags until I was at the entrance and risked a glance out of the opening to see what they were fighting over. My voice caught in my throat as I saw they were squared off against something blocked from my sight.
“Look boys, I’ll make this easy. Let the girlie go and I’ll let you live.” A voice that must have belonged to the intruder came. “There’s not enough room in this mountain for more than one demon and I don’t share.”
Fear flooded my system. What was a demon doing here? Only the strongest ones could be summoned to this plane of existence and of those, only the real cream of the crop had enough power to stay after their summoners died.
“No way in hell are we going to let you have our girl,” Locke growled as he lunged at the demon.
“Fine, it’s the fun way then.” I could hear the smirk in his dark, silky voice before small sparks of light appeared over the guys.
Once Locke had passed in front of Roan, I could faintly see through to the other side and could barely make out a lithe form as he dodged my mate’s swinging fists.
Periodically one of the sparks fell to land on either guy and I heard them yelp out before faint whiffs of something burning hit my nose. Just as I was about to stumble to my feet and dash out to help them, the tent zipper slid shut.
I screamed as I tried to pull it open, but the damn thing wouldn’t budge.