Page 120 of Inflamed By an Incubus

“Spell. Now!” Fenix barked at Rosalind, who immediately muttered words beneath her breath and sent a glowing golden orb after Evelyn. She teleported before it could strike her and Fenix growled. He held his hand out to Hartt. “Sword. Now.”

A black katana appeared in Hartt’s hand and he pressed it into Fenix’s, and then two shorter silver swords appeared in his grip. He tossed them to Mackenzie and she caught them as another golden orb struck her and Hartt to have light shimmering over their bodies. She shot after Evelyn at the same time as Fenix began sprinting through the trees.

Fenix teleported and landed behind Evelyn. “What the hell are you doing?”

She jumped out of her skin and scowled at him before facing forwards again, her focus locking back on Archer. “I can’t let him fight alone. He’s doing this because he feels bad about his plan to hurt me.”

If the warlock wanted to make things up to Evelyn by dealing with the mages and their clones alone, Fenix wasn’t going to stop him. He huffed at himself for thinking that. Archer didn’t know what the mage they were seeking looked like, so he couldn’t let the male fight alone, and he knew his mate would be devastated if something happened to him too.

So he grabbed her and teleported, landing just in front of Archer.

Right in the middle of a group of males who all wore a similar coat to Archer’s long black one and who all looked the same, right down to their milky blue eyes.

Clones.

Archer shot Fenix daggers and then cast his right hand out and a shimmering violet bubble appeared around Fenix and Evelyn.

Evelyn broke free of Fenix’s grip as Archer turned his sights on the clones and lunged for him.

And bounced backwards as she hit the wall of the bubble.

Fenix caught her before she fell onto her backside, righted her and kept hold of her left arm. He tried to teleport with her and growled when he found he couldn’t. Her eyes widened and she turned back to face Archer, and banged her free hand against the violet wall, making it shimmer every time she struck it.

“Let me out!” She bashed her fist against the bubble in time with each word and Archer cast her a look that said it wasn’t going to happen.

Behind him, several clones exploded.

Fenix shuddered.

Another reason he didn’t want to get on the warlock’s bad side by holding on to his grudge with the male. Archer could probably pop him like a zit with only a thought.

The explosion he had started swept outwards in a wave, causing a grotesque sight as one after the other, the clones’ heads blew up, showering the snow with bone, flesh and blood.

Some of which hit the violet dome protecting him and Evelyn and made her rear back against his chest. She pulled a disgusted face as blood and entrails rolled down the bubble in front of her.

“Ew.” The female voice that appeared close to him sounded as disgusted as his mate looked and he shifted his gaze to Rosalind in time to see her grimacing at the carnage that covered the snow. “He has some serious issues.”

Fenix wasn’t going to argue with her about that. “He’s also made it inside and we need to stop him from killing all the mages.”

Rosalind waded through the snow to him and pressed her hands to the violet bubble, closed her eyes and frowned. She remained still for long seconds in which screams and agonised bellows filled the tense air, and then she muttered something and the bubble popped.

“He was nice enough to make it a low-level spell. I think he wanted me to free you.” Rosalind rubbed her bloodied hands on her coat.

Another howl of pain rent the air and Fenix grabbed Evelyn’s hand and started running with her, heading for the arch in the thick grey stone wall. The urge to teleport was strong, but he couldn’t, not without being able to see where he was going.

His lips pulled taut as he rounded the entrance of the stronghold and came to an abrupt halt before a wall of bodies. Their limbs were bent at unnatural angles, their forms twisted into horrific shapes.

“I told you he was a few beers short of a six pack,” Rosalind muttered as she stopped beside him.

Vail stepped past her, his violet gaze scanning the courtyard and the half dozen buildings that encircled it. Long streaks of blood splattered their grey walls and inside one a fire was raging, black smoke billowing from the broken windows to rise high into the still night air.

Fenix looked around, taking in the carnage. It was a war zone and the fact such destruction and so much death had been wrought by the hands of one male in only a matter of minutes had him wanting to grab Evelyn and teleport her far away from Archer.

But then a male bellowed.

Evelyn shot forwards, leaping over the wall of bodies, landing in a slick patch of blood on the snowy flagstones. She kicked off and Fenix followed her, staying close to her heels as his senses stretched around him. He felt Hartt and Mackenzie running in another direction, towards the buildings to his right where he could sense more people, and wasn’t surprised when Rosalind and Vail remained where they were.

The tinny scent of magic and the heavy sensation of Rosalind’s power swept around him and he felt it as the spell she was casting was completed. A bright orange dome of light covered the area and warmth curled around him, the temperature rising sharply to that of a pleasant spring day.

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