DENZYL'S POV
The sound of the last body falling accompanies my running footsteps as I sprint through the tower of Viant. My heart races as the burning on my back intensifies signaling that Devyn is terrified. I have to find him. I should not have let him go alone. I should have known it was a trap.
If there is a person who would go to these lengths to get Devyn alone, it would be him.
I quicken my pace as Devyn's scent becomes stronger, leading me to the door of a private lounge. I slam the door open to find it empty with a glass of whiskey sitting on the table. I catch a custodian entering the lounge to take away the cup and bottle of liquor and pin him against the wall by the throat.
"Where is he?!" I growl.
"Wh-who?" The custodian throws his hands up in surrender as he shakes in fear.
"The man who was taken by your boss, Wil Kossen. Where is he?"
"I-I-I have n-no idea w-what you're talking about."
The man is obviously lying. His heart is pounding, and beads of sweat are forming on his temple. I release a growl and tighten my hold around his throat. "The next time you lie to me, you will die." The man quivers in my grasp as I lean close to him and growl, "Where is Devyn Vaumyr?"
"I saw Mr. Kossen t-taking a man to his quarters. I swear, that's all I know! Please don't-"
I cut off the man by rendering him unconscious before quickly exiting the lounge and running to the stair case at the end of the hall. I draw upon my demon strength as I dash up the stairs with inhuman speed. I become even faster as the mark begins to seethe on my back. Devyn is in danger!
The door to the top level is locked, but it only takes a few kicks to break it down. I speed through the door to find myself standing at the end of a hall containing the private elevator. I rush to stand in front of the elevator with my back to it and find two, wide, ornate doors where screams can be heard on the other side.
"How dare you fall in love someone else! You whore! You belong to me!! Now stay still while I take it off!"
I bust through the doors to see Wil standing over a nearly unconscious Devyn. My blood boils as I look at the bloodied form on the ground. Devyn struggles to support himself on his arms with his palm on the ground when he sees me. Blood covers his face and neck. Slashes cover his chest and right shoulder where his unbuttoned shirt hangs. I look to see Devyn covering the place where my mark is with his left hand, causing the back of his hand and wrist to be slashed in attempt to protect the mark.
"Denzyl," Devyn's quiet voice whimpers.
Wil turns to face me. "You." The man's eyes narrow, and he raises the broken shard of glass in his hand used to try to destroy the mark on Devyn's shoulder.
I do not even try to restrain myself as I charge at the man who hurt Devyn, claws bared and eyes red.
DEVYN'S POV
My heart sighs with relief when Denzyl busts through the door. In one split second, Denzyl takes in all the details of the situation, and his eyes turn red.
"Close your eyes," Denzyl says with a low but soft voice as he bares his claws.
My arms give out as my head swoons. I close my eyes and fall to the floor as I see Denzyl charge Wil. The last thing I see is Wil raising the shard of glass and aiming for Denzyl's heart.