Angel’s POV

My heart sunk like a stone as I gaped down at my wounded mate. He had four huge slashes across his chest that were starting to bleed profusely, drenching his shirt. Glancing around the room,

I realized that everyone's horrified expressions matched my own, as if we were all wearing masks.

Kira's guilt-filled whimpers were quickly replaced with a low growl as she zeroed in on Peach, who was cradled against Dante's chest.

"Oh my Goddess, are you okay?" Her ...