The leader, Ding, rose to his feet. “We have a special treat for your eminence tonight. One of the warrior women of Beyul-La.”
Liao licked his lips. “Excellent. Her warrior blood will give us strength.”
Neona’s stomach roiled. As much as she hated the thought of that monster even touching her, it would be best to cooperate for now. Letting him bite her would delay any plans they had to execute the boys. And she needed to buy time for Zoltan and his friends to effect a rescue.
“We caught her with two boys,” Ding added. “We believe one of them is a dragon.”
Liao smiled, flashing his yellow teeth. “Finally. We have what Master Han covets. He will not dare eliminate us now.” He flicked the air with his long fingernails. “Bring us the warrior woman so we may quench our thirst.”
Two soldiers grabbed her and hauled her to her feet. The boys clung to her.
“It’s all right,” she whispered. “Stay here.”
The boys let go, and the soldiers escorted her to the altar. She twisted her tied hands till she managed to slip one hand into her tunic. Her fingers curled around the stake. If Liao tried to kill her, she’d fight back.
A third soldier came up behind her, pulled her hair back, and tilted her head to expose her neck.
Liao looked her over, then reared his head back. Fangs sprang out, vicious and sharp. He moved toward her, then roared in disgust. “She reeks of another man! We want our food to be fresh!”
“I apologize, your eminence.” Ding bowed. “We caught her just now.” He gestured to the prisoners against the other wall. “Bring another.”
Soldiers hauled a whimpering young woman to the altar. Without pausing to even look at her, Liao leaped at her neck and plunged in his fangs. The women screeched.
Neona attempted to break free so she could stake Liao, but the soldiers pulled her back and tossed her against the wall. The boys wrapped their arms around her and held tight.
She groaned inwardly as she watched the poor woman grow quiet and limp, supported only by the soldiers holding her.
Shouts sounded outside, and the air filled with the popping noise of automatic weapons.
Neona’s heart lurched. Zoltan and his friends must have arrived, but they were being shot at.
“We’re under attack!” Ding yelled. He and the soldiers ran outside. Liao grabbed a sword from behind the Buddha and followed them out, slamming the door behind him.
Neona ran to the door, but it wouldn’t open. They must have barred it from the outside. She dashed behind the Buddha to see if Liao had left any other weapons. There was nothing there but a silk pallet on the floor. She rounded the Buddha and knelt where the woman had crumpled on the ground. She was still alive.
Neona took a deep breath and pressed her tied hands against the wound on the woman’s neck. She closed her eyes, concentrating, then cried out when she felt a tearing pain as if teeth were ripping through her neck. She gritted her teeth, waiting for it to pass. Slowly, the pain subsided to a dull throb.
She opened her eyes. The wound was closing and the woman was awake, watching her with a shocked expression.
“You’ll be all right now,” Neona told her.
“Are you an angel?” the woman whispered.
“No.”
“She’s my mama!” Norjee ran up to hug her, and she patted his cheek.
She stood and stretched her tied hands over one of the candles on the altar till the fire burned through enough of the rope that she could pull her hands apart. She removed the primitive stake from her tunic and glanced toward the door. The battle was waging outside, and she was missing it.
She paced around the perimeter of the building, searching for another way out. As much as she wanted to fight, her first priority had to be the boys’ safety. She had to help them escape.
Outside, the popping noise stopped, and the sound of clanging swords began. The door burst open, and Liao and his dozen retainers ran inside. Half of them closed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
Neona eased along the dark perimeter till she was back beside the boys. The injured woman in front of the altar scrambled behind the Buddha.
“They’ve taken away all our AK-47s,” Ding yelled. “Those bastards can teleport behind our men and knock them out.”
“And there are tigers and bears out there, ripping the men to shreds!” another soldier cried.
Ding fell to his knees in front of Liao. “Save us, Master. Teleport us away.”
“And go where?” Liao shouted. “We can’t go back to Han. Not when we lost two hundred of his men! He’ll kill us!”
“We could go to one of his camps—” Ding started.
“And hide?” Liao paced in front of the Buddha. “Cower in fear until Han finds us?” He came to a stop, his eyes narrowed. “We need someone stronger than Han. Someone who can protect us.”
“The only one stronger than Han is the demon,” Ding said.
“Exactly.” Liao sneered. “Darafer gave me instructions on how to bring him back from hell. It takes a dozen men. That’s why I always kept a dozen of you close to me.”
The soldiers grew pale.
“B-but it is forbidden to bring the demon back,” one of the soldiers cried.
“Han forbid it because he fears Darafer,” Liao growled. “He cannot control a demon. But if we bring Darafer back, he will be beholden to us. Han wouldn’t dare touch us!”
Neona swallowed hard.
“Demons are bad,” Norjee whispered beside her. “The fathers were afraid of them.”
She nodded. Somehow she had to stop this.
Liao waved at the men. “Quickly. Cut the palm of your right hand and use the blood to draw a pentagram on the floor.”
When the men hesitated, Liao yelled at them. “Hurry! It won’t work unless the blood of twelve men is used!”
The men sliced their hands and smeared blood on the wooden floor in the shape of a pentagram.
“Now gather around it. Press your hands together to seal the circle with blood.” Liao smiled as the dozen men hurried into position. “Repeat these words together. Oh, powerful Lucifer, hear our prayer. Grant our request, we beseech you.”
The men repeated the words.
“Open the gates of hell and deliver unto us your unholy servant, the demon Darafer.”
Neona’s skin prickled with goose bumps as the men began to chant. How could she stop this? Maybe if she broke the circle of twelve.
“Stay here,” she told the boys. She gripped her stake in her hand and eased toward the circle.
“Open the gates of hell and deliver unto us your unholy servant, the demon Darafer,” the men chanted.
Outside, the clanging of swords and screams of the wounded continued.
In the middle of the circle, a black cloud appeared.
She lunged toward the nearest soldier, stabbing him in the back. With a cry, he fell to the floor. The black cloud grew thin and wispy.
“Bitch!” Liao tossed her back with vampire strength and quickly took the downed soldier’s place.
She flew backward and crashed into the wall. Her head hit hard. Pain exploded across her skull like streaks of lightning, and she crumpled to the ground.
“Mama!” Norjee scrambled to her. Xiao Fang was right behind him. “Mama, we have to stop them.”
She gritted her teeth against the pain and sat up. The room spun around her.
“Open the gates of hell and deliver unto us your unholy servant, the demon Darafer.”
The black cloud was thick again, and now it started to swirl.
“Have to stop them.” She stumbled to her feet.
The black cloud took on human shape. Oh God, was she too late?
Xiao Fang ran toward them and let loose a burst of fire. Liao screeched as flames enveloped him. The boy dashed around the circle, breathing fire till it was a giant burning ball, full of flailing, screaming bodies.
Xiao Fang stopped. His body trembled, and he looked horrified at what he’d done. Norjee ran up to him and pulled him gently back.
Suddenly, the fire was sucked to the center of the circle, leaving a dozen burned corpses on the floor. Liao’s body turned to ash. The fire in the center took on human form, then extinguished with a swooshing noise.
A man stood there, dressed all in black, with long black hair and sharp green eyes. He brushed some ash off the sleeve of his long black coat and gave the dead bodies a wry look. “What took you so long?”