Primal Heat 05 - Darkness Reborn

alive.
    As he spoke, Kane let her feel the true depth of his emotions, the pure, beautiful love that he'd never known how to feel. It now resonated through him with a force so strong he knew it could never be silenced. Something flickered inside Sarah, a faint white spark trying to come back to life, and his throat tightened, knowing that she was coming back for him. I was empty for five hundred years, because the talismans kept the real me at bay. When they vanished, the demon came back, but it was too late. You'd already showed me what love was, and you believed in me.
    Kane thought about how she'd let him attack her, how she'd lay there defenseless as he'd leapt on her, because she had believed that he had the strength to call upon his love for her and break through the grip that the evil had on him. He pressed his cheek to hers as tears burned in his eyes, unable to express how much her faith in him meant. You believed in me, Sarah. You believed in me even when I didn't, and your faith pulled me out of it. It broke the spell that had bound me for so long. You have shown me what hope and faith really are, and I will love you every second of every day from now until eternity. I love you, my sweet angel, and even if you have to keep the rest of the team in line, you'll always be mine. Always.
    And our baby? Her voice was weak, but there, alive, filling him with the most incredible sensation of hope and love.
    Kane immediately transferred his attention to the life she was carrying inside her, calling upon the blood bond he had with his own child. He felt a pulse of warmth from her, and he knew the baby was okay. Of course it was. It had the immortality of a demon, an angel and an Order member. Jesus, Sarah. Our baby. He had no words to express the sudden surge of love that overwhelmed him, and he felt Sarah's answering warmth.
    Do you feel that, Kane? We're both thinking about our child, and there's no fear from either one of us. We're not afraid of being parents anymore. Her joy leapt through him, and he hugged her tightly, knowing that she was more than his guardian angel.
    She was his life.
    * * *
    Warwick snarled in disgust as he watched Los Muerte bring the angel back to life. "Son of a bitch!" Beneath him, Deathbringer stomped restlessly, his powerful body chafing at having to stand still for so long. For a moment, Warwick contemplated trying to destroy Sarah with magic, but even as he had the thought, he heard the almost-silent approach of the rest of the Order as they charged after Kane.
    Swearing, he reined in Deathbringer, taking the stallion back into the shadows as the rest of the warriors emerged from the woods. His lip curled in disgust as he watched them surround Santiago and the angel.
    He knew them all. Ryland Samuels, the bastard who was on the edge. Gideon Roarke. Elijah Ross. Quinn Masters. Men who had found their shevas and got to keep them, because the Order hadn't slain them the way they'd killed Warwick's. He narrowed his eyes, bile spewing through him as he watched the undeserving bastards celebrate the victory.
    "Enjoy it while you can," he snapped quietly as he stroked his mount's neck. "You may have protected one of your guardian angels, but there are two more in the trinity of guardian angels that protect you, and you won't save them."
    He knew that because he already had both of them, along with Thano Savakis. Warwick had wanted Sarah to die first, because he'd wanted to bask in the downfall of the Order. He wanted to enjoy every minute as the Order lost hope and spiraled into the emotional hell of despair and loss. Yes, Sarah had survived and was now under their protection, but it wasn't close to being over. Warwick would make sure the Order suffered plenty before he wiped them out. And when the other two elements of the Order's guardian angel trinity fell, then Sarah would go too.
    It would all work, and then—
    A younger warrior emerged from the woods to join the Order, one Warwick didn't know. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the youth stride up to the team. There were dozens of brands on his arms, and he was carrying five different weapons. The youth paused as he passed the heart that Kane had torn from Luc, and he looked down at it.
    After a moment, he crouched beside it, studying it with great interest. Warwick carefully opened his mind to the youth, and he felt a surge of violence in the younger warrior, a lack of connection to the rest of the team. Warwick smiled, knowing