Page 31 of Wicked Succubus

“Who’s Zelyah?” He leans forward, trying to see if there’s anything I pulled out.

“That’s the name of the human girl we’ve been trying to track down.”

He rubs his chin, processing what I just said.

“How do you know the girl in the file is the woman we’ve been looking for?” he asks curiously.

“Come see for yourself.”

He walks around and settles in the agent’s chair. I’m glad he’s not a shifter. He would be able to smell Killian on his property and hunt him down to rip out his throat. Well, at least he’d try to, but I know he wouldn’t be capable.

“Do you think the fae want to play tricks on her and he’s using her?” His brows furrow in anger. They like to mess with humans. They lure them with their looks and voices and the humans melt for them.

“Let’s hope not, but if he is, I don’t mind making him disappear.” We both laugh like maniacs. We’re very good at making people go away.

He runs his hand over the brown folder. “Just the photo—” But before I can say anything else, he’s already opened it.

His eyes roam over the woman in the picture, and I know his heart skips a beat just like mine did.

“She’s beautiful.” His face lights up with excitement before a scowl takes over.

“Why is she in cuffs? And why is she here? But more importantly, why was she detained if she’s not supernatural?” I shrug, I have the same questions running through my mind.

“No clue. I’m wondering the same thing.”

“Well, let’s find out.” He flips to the next page to a gruesome picture of a woman’s body. Killian keeps reading before he looks up at me, lifting his brow. My brain thinks up the worst-case scenarios. “It says she was a suspect in the murder of two supernatural women. There’s other information here, but it’s been redacted.”

My jaw drops. “Is our girl a killer? Let me see the file.” He flips it around to show me, and I forget all about giving her privacy as curiosity gets the best of me.

“Killian?”

“Yes.”

His eyes don’t waver from mine. “Apparently, she got cleared by the Truth Seer, Radnor.” If he cleared Zelyah, she must be innocent.

“It also says here she’s supernatural,” I continue, shock reverberating through me. She doesn’t smell like one at all.

“No way,” Killian responds, sounding as stunned as I feel. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

My pulse quickens as I try to process this new information. What kind of supernatural could she be to give no indication of her true nature? A dizzying wave of curiosity and intrigue washes over me. I need to know everything about this mysteriously, alluring woman.

“Yeah, it says it right here.” I flip the file back to him and show him.

“We have to find her,” I declare vehemently. The compulsion to unravel Zelyah’s secrets consumes me utterly. She will be mine, no matter the cost.

“Huh,” he says looking back up at me. “I never suspected.”

“It says that she’s a shifter but got kicked out of her pack because she couldn’t shift.” My anger boils to the surface. I’m livid on her behalf.

“That still doesn’t answer the question of what she’s doing with an FBI agent when they’re obviously not dating, and she was cleared of the suspected murder charges.”

“There’s one way to find out,” I tell him.

“What is that?” Killian asks, smirking knowingly. We know each other too well.

I pace the room, my mind racing. We can’t leave without Zelyah, but how do we extract her from an FBI agent’s home? And one connected to fae royalty no less? But the thought of abandoning her to that pompous agent makes my blood boil.

“We’ll wait here for them to return,” I declare. “And we’re taking her with us. I’m not leaving this house without her.”

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