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challenge.”
    I stood on his back and grinned at the stupid fuckers for all I was worth. “Come on, you little assholes!”
    The first monkey who saw me let out an unearthly howl as he arched his back, wings flapping furiously.
    Like a rocket, he dropped toward me, his wings not even fluttering for a second as he came with all four clawed feet outstretched.
    I swung my sword hard, slicing through his stomach and cutting him completely in half. He fell to either side of me; his death seemed to be a signal to his buddies.
    En masse, they attacked.
    “Blaz, get Eve and Pamela closer. We need firepower. But not too close! I don’t want them infected.”
    You got it.
    The monkeys swarmed, ignoring the dragon, coming straight for me. Fine and dandy as far as I was concerned. The first wave leapt in threes, one from each side and straight on. I kicked out at the one on my left as I slashed my sword to the one on my right.
    The one in the middle slammed into me, driving me to Blaz’s back. We rolled and another monkey jumped onto my back, grabbed my hair and yanked me toward him.
    In the distance, Pestilence laughed, a deep belly laugh that drove my anger to a peak I didn’t know existed. I swung my elbow back, catching the monkey behind me in the face and launching him off. I might have lost hair as I sent him flying, but I didn’t slow for a second. Couldn’t, not if we were making it through this shit.
    I drove my sword through the first monkey, then the second, then the third. Over and over I slashed through Pestilence’s creations, taking them apart piece by piece until I was slick with blood and my arms shook with fatigue.
    Their teeth found my bare skin, and their claws swiped my face more than once, barely missing my eyes on several occasions.
    One grabbed at my legs, tried to yank me off my feet. I stomped at him, then kicked him hard toward Blaz’s head. The dragon snapped his mouth over the flying monkey, crushing him and then spitting him out.
    They taste like shit.
    “Not a surprise,” I breathed out as I spun on his back. “They’re demon made.”
    The minutes ticked by, and I wondered at Pestilence and his motivation. Why the fuck hadn’t he tried to take me while I was dealing with his flying butt monkeys?
    What kind of game was the demon playing?
    Only a few left, Rylee. Blaz’s words snapped me out of my fog. Sweat slid down my skin, soaking my shirt and jeans as if I showered with my clothes on. I shrugged out of my leather jacket.
    “Let’s finish this then.”
    It was only then I realized Pamela and Lark had never arrived.
    Motherfucking demon, his monkeys must have broken through to them.
    Unless, Pestilence had something else up his sleeve. Gods be damned, I hoped that wasn’t the case.
     
     



CHAPTER 7
     
    RYLEE
     
     
    BLOOD AND GORE splattered my white shirt, though Blaz’s back had gotten the worst of the mess, and was covered with fur and bits of monkey. The remaining seven bastards flew toward their master.
    He gave a slow, haughty clap. “Well done. I see why you’ve survived this long, Tracker. Orion is afraid of you. Did you know that?”
    I struggled to get my breathing under control. “What did you do to my friends?”
    I didn’t give a flying fuck about Orion. His time would come soon enough.
    Pestilence raised an eyebrow at me. “You mean them?” The remaining clouds parted as he pointed. On the tarmac lay Eve and Marco, flat out.
    Lark, Cactus, Pamela, and Alex were nowhere to be seen, which gave me a little hope.
    I pointed both my swords at Pestilence. “You know, most demons rush me and I kill them. I’m guessing you don’t want to play that way.”
    He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling around the edges.
    “Rylee, correct? Perhaps you and I can come to an understanding.”
    “I’m sorry, do I look like a dumb shit to you?” I wanted to reach for my crossbow. While I could imbue my weapons with my slayer abilities while I held them, the crossbow only gave me