Hard to Find (Hell Hounds Harem Book 4) by Briana Michaels

Author:Briana Michaels [Michaels, Briana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Master stepped into the chilled, damp room. His nose crinkled from the pungent odor clinging to the stone walls. Somewhere, water dripped and the ploink, ploink, ploink was already grating his nerves. His servants, though obedient enough, hadn’t been successful at all with the task he’d set them.

He needed to be cautious with the actions he took. Being caught was one thing, being stopped was quite another. Walking around the room, he watched as his servants finished yet another spell. The Hell Hound they were focusing on was stretched out on a stone slab and… ah, it wasn’t water he heard dripping, it was blood. Hell Hound blood to be exact. Master avoided stepping in the mess and walked over to stand at the head of the slab.

Shrouded in his usual, Master hovered over the wounded Hound. The dog’s eyes were swollen, magic had turned his pupils an explosion of colors, and his skin was pasty and damp with sweat. Along his torso, herbs burned and symbols had been cut into his flesh. Impressive for a Hell Hound to last so long in these conditions. This level of magic was not for the faint of heart. “Why is he still unchanged?”

“Nothing works for very long,” his servant said while untying the Hound’s restraints. “We’ve tried everything you gave us. His soul seems immune to all our magics.”

“You must not be using the spells correctly.” Master leaned down and got a good look at the Hound. God Almighty, what Lucifer saw in these once-were-humans was beyond him. They might have strength and a good amount of convenient power, but just like humans, they were fragile creatures. Bendable. Breakable. Usually with fractured minds and tortured pasts that stained their souls.

Wait a minute, “Where is his soul?”

“What?”

“His. Soul. Where is it?”

The servant gawked at Master and frowned. “In his body, sire.”

Master peeled the Hound’s eyelids wide open and hissed. “This one has no soul, you fucking fool! You can’t turn a soul if there isn’t one!”

They both peered down at the dark-haired Hound. Suddenly, the soulless fucker thrust his head forward and launched a wad of spit in Master’s face. The act took him by surprise and he stumbled back, furious and insulted. With a lash of power, he struck out and clocked the fucker on the side of the head, sending the Hound rolling off the slab and crashing to the floor.

“Now!” the Hound yelled and Master felt something barrel into him from behind. His masked appearance almost faltered as he stepped into the puddle of blood and slipped. Catching himself, Master quickly moved away and struck the Hound again. The dog’s jaw cracked with the hit, but he didn’t fall.

Hell Hounds were resilient creatures. Lucifer hadn’t chosen weaklings. These things could take a beating. Good to know.

The male twins came at him, together. Master slammed both Hounds with a spell that took away their memories for a moment. They would forget what they were doing. It was a temporary solution but was all he could do in this state.

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