Seeing Harper there, injured and at risk of being killed right in front of him, the past and the present collided; Knox's hold on his fury slipped a little. He had watched his parents die. He wouldn't watch Harper die, wouldn't allow anyone to take her from him. The demon was raging at the danger to her. It wanted to express its rage in the only way it knew how.
"Surrender yourself, and we will free them!" shouted the bastard now pointing a knife at his mate's throat. "If you do not, she will die!"
More anger pulsed through Knox, mingling with his demon's rage.
"Give her to me, or you'll all die."
"We know what you are!" The practitioner wore a self-satisfied yet shaky smirk. "You're Lucifer himself."
Had Knox not been drowning in a fury that bordered on madness, he might have laughed. As it was, Harper and Larkin did laugh.
"I'm not Lucifer," Knox told him. "I'm worse."
