Page 106 of Inflamed By an Incubus

He followed her as she bounded towards her mate, falling into step beside Evelyn, who cast him a look he could read.

One that silently asked him who the hell these people were.

Friends.

He smiled.

They were his friends.

He had never really been one for making friends, few incubi were, especially outside of their own species, but he could honestly say that Rosalind and Vail were the best friends he had together with Tiny and Des, and the three witches—Hella, Abigail and Agatha. Far better than the pains in his arse Mort and Rane.

Vail set the tray down on the wooden table just as Rosalind reached him.

And tackled him from behind.

He lurched forwards and cast her a black look as he came dangerously close to knocking the drinks, but there was no malice in it. There was only love. The elf shook his head as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed against his back, and he lifted his right arm and looked under it at her. She grinned up at him and swept around him, and he gathered her into his arms.

“No explosions?” she said.

Vail shook his head and she glanced over her shoulder at the coffees.

Fenix looked there too as he reached the patio. There weren’t just four coffees. There were nine in total. Three espressos in small white cups. Three cappuccinos complete with a dusting of chocolate on the frothy milk. And three tall glasses of latte.

“I was not sure what coffee you preferred.” Vail’s violet eyes landed on Fenix.

“Latte! Oh God, I need some caffeine.” Evelyn drew a smile from Fenix as she lunged for one of the tall glasses and it only widened as she lifted and sipped it, and sighed, a look of pure bliss washing across her face. She murmured dreamily, “Oh… vanilla. Heavenly. Just the right amount of syrup too.”

Vail puffed his chest out.

Rosalind beamed up at him, pride shining in her eyes.

“I told you females love vanilla coffee.” She grabbed one of the lattes for herself. “Your brother is going to be so jealous when he discovers you can make coffee. Loren needs to step up his game.”

“Wait. Loren?” Evelyn lowered her drink from her lips and flicked a surprised look at Vail. “Your brother is Prince Loren?”

Rosalind curled her arm around her mate’s right one. “Duh. He is Prince Vail. Who else would his brother be?”

Evelyn looked as if she had a thousand questions she wanted to ask. Rosalind tugged her mate to a chair and pushed him down onto it, and then seated herself on his lap. She wriggled to get comfortable as Vail wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her to him.

The witch sipped her coffee and then said, “So we need to take a look at your curse. Not that I have any hope of being able to figure out how it works. The bloody Crow is better equipped to do that. And we really need to take a look at this sorceress. At the very least, we need to track down her mate and find out what he knows about her.”

Fenix shook his head. “Neither of those things are going to help us. Archangel will be on high alert right now so we won’t be able to get close to Aryanna and Brink is afflicted by a curse that makes him forget.”

He winced as Evelyn tensed and her golden gaze swung his way.

“They’re very popular apparently.” Rosalind’s tone remained bright as she leaned back against Vail’s chest. The male responded by clearing her golden hair from her throat and pressing kisses to it, and Fenix didn’t miss the fact his fangs were down. “But let’s rewind to the part where you said Archangel are on high alert. Why are they on high alert?”

“Ah.” Fenix scrubbed the back of his neck and grimaced, and then scowled as Vail nicked Rosalind’s throat with his fangs and closed his lips around the small cut and the pair of them threw off enough pheromones to make an entire incubus frat-house horny. “Could you not?”

Vail’s eyes opened and he looked up at Fenix, but didn’t take his mouth away from his mate’s throat.

“He’s hungry. Let him feed.” Rosalind waved Fenix away again and he was getting tired of her doing that. “Back to this problem we have.”

“I might have—” Fenix averted his gaze.

“He left a trail of dead bodies in our wake.” Evelyn’s blunt words had him scowling at her and had the witch scowling at him.

“Subtlety is not your forte.” She sighed dramatically, and he wanted to point out that it wasn’t hers either as she wriggled on her mate’s lap but held his tongue. She must have noticed his look because she rolled her eyes and patted Vail on the back of his head. “Fine. We’ll behave.”

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