Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

he could deny neither. So long ago, when he'd taken command of Kallen's rebellion, he'd journeyed back to the slums to his mother's hovel. He'd wanted her to see what he'd made of himself. I wanted her to regret. Instead, she'd tried to poison him.
    How would Carrow react? "Channa," he rasped.
    She tilted her head, as if trying to make a decision about him.
    Ronath said, "And there are many more crimes."
    Just as he took a deep breath to list them all, Carrow raised her gaze-- a decision made ?--and stared Ronath down. "You waste my time. Release him now."
    "Release him?" Ronath thought this comical. "Why do you not reveal your name, or join him?"
    "I'm Carrow Graie of the Wiccan mercenaries." The crowd grew restless with a witch in their midst. And I want Malkom Slaine freed. If he killed anyone, I'm sure he had good reason."
    Now Malkom's jaw slackened. With her slim shoulders back, she was standing up before all. For him. Aside from Kallen, no one had ever taken his side, ever stood up for him.
    "Unchain him. At--once," she ordered imperiously. As Ronath tried to calm the crowd, she turned, catching Malkom's gaze to give him a furtive wink of reassurance.
    He jolted in the chains, stunned anew. Though his body was a mass of injuries, he began straining against his bonds. Now that she was beside him...
    'Tis not the end . Not until we say it is.
    Ronath demanded, "What business have you with him?"
    "He is my male."
    Hers? Declared before all! Murmurs sounded in the crowd. They were all shocked that such a female as this had claimed him in public. I am shocked as well. If Malkom also claimed her here today...
    More struggling. The chains began to loosen.
    Ronath squinted at Malkom. "Your heart beats." He turned to Carrow. "So you are the whore who brought him back to life?"
    With her palms beginning to glow, her expression turned lethal. In a chilling voice, she said, "And you dare seek to end it?" A white beam shot from her hand, aimed at his neck.
    A hail of blazing light struck Ronath, hurtling his body into the crowd.
    Realizing that Ronath would never release him and that she and Malkom wouldn't merely walk away from this place, Carrow let diplomacy fall by the wayside.
    And launched a kill shot.
    They were running out of time anyway. Malkom was weakening with every moment in the sun, with each drop of his blood spilled.
    The throng began surging up to the stage, yelling for her head and demanding Malkom's sacrifice in the fire.
    With one hand, she used magic to propel those demons back; with the other, she directed more energy, beginning to work on Malkom's intricate bonds.
    "Carrow, free me," he grated.
    "I'm working on it." Blindly.
    "I will protect you."
    "Little busy, love," she muttered as she kept a bloodthirsty demonic crowd at bay while simultaneously picking a mystical lock.
    Normally, she would have fallen back to regroup, but she could never leave Malkom without protection from this mob. They looked like they wanted to rip him limb from limb.
    "What did you do to these people?"
    "Kept them without water," Malkom bit out. "They're dying of thirst."
    "Ohhh. Good one."
    As she was finishing up with the chains, she realized that she couldn't fight off all these raving demons. Neither could Malkom.
    Time to freak them out. She began chanting a spell ... to turn day into night.
    Once darkness fell, they stilled. Cries rang out. "Release him!" "We'll all die!" "Let him go!"
    Malkom yelled, " Ara, behind you!"
    Wild-eyed guards stalked her from the back. She blasted them with searing beams of magic, punching holes into their chests, felling them one after the other.
    Still she worked to free Malkom. "I've almost got--"
    "Carrow, to your left!"
    Too late, she pivoted. Impact. The air rushed from her lungs and her body slammed back into one of the stone idols. She peered down in disbelief. A spear jutted from her side.
    Ronath's spear.
    He'd traced to the stage, his armor still smoking from her attack. The metal around his neck had saved him from a kill strike. "You belong with him, witch! Burned in the same fire."
    Pain radiated out from her wound. Shock yielded to fury. "You son of a bitch!"
    Malkom went ballistic, roaring with rage. His fangs were bared, elongated for a kill. He thrashed with all his strength, nearly getting loose.
    "Malkom, I'll be all right."
    "Then free me, Carrow! I need this."
    Only one bolt remained, securing all his chains together. As she tore free the spear, she gritted, "Make him