Chapter 398

Zedekiel’s fingers closed around Dareth’s throat like iron bands, choking the evil gods. With a roar, he drove his already bloody fist straight into Dareth’s face. The sickening sound of bone crunching rang through the air and blood sprayed, spattering across the god’s pale chest and Zedekiel's robes. 

But Dareth only laughed. It was a half-choked, half-mad horrifying sound, as if the multiple hits he had received, not only from Zedekiel but also Vathar, did him no harm. His dark eyes gleamed like fractured glass, wild with derangement, as if he was some animal that was super high on drugs. 

“Look at you,” he rasped between wheezing chuckles, “I just mentioned torturing that meddling husband of yours and you go ballistic! How do you think I felt when he brought Eron down here?!”

“Shut up!” Zedekiel snarled, unwilling to entertain his nonsense. If he doesn't kill the bastard, he would go after Ron and the babies the second he could. He hoisted Dareth off t