Page 26 of Inflamed By an Incubus

Evelyn frowned at him, not really following him.

And then it hit her.

She pressed her hand to the glass again as a desperate sort of feeling surged through her. “Did you know me before the fae stole my memories? Before I was taken captive by them?”

Although she wasn’t sure why she would have known an incubus.

He scoffed. “Is that what Archangel told you?”

She eased back. “No, that’s what Archer—”

Evelyn cut herself off as it hit her that he was probably playing her, that this was all a game to him, and for some reason he wanted to make her question everything, including her partner. She narrowed her eyes on him. Incubi were fae.

“Did you take me captive and steal my memories?” That question leaked from her lips, spoken too quietly for her liking, lacking strength and echoing how she felt as she stared at him, fearing his answer.

“No.” He scowled at her, his eyebrows meeting hard as his green eyes gained a dark edge and his markings shifted colour, veering towards ashy black and blood red again. “I would never—”

“But you know my name and you followed me to Hell,” she interjected, unwilling to let him keep spinning lies meant to soften her, to weaken her for his entertainment or whatever this sick dance he was playing with her was meant to be. “And now you’re here and you know about my missing memories. Don’t you?”

He didn’t deny it.

In one far-too-sexy and fluid move, he rose onto his feet and strode towards her, looking like a panther, or perhaps just the predator he was.

He stopped on the other side of the glass, the five inches it occupied now the only distance between them, and gazed down at her, an almost earnest edge to his expression as it softened and his markings settled. The colours dancing across them changed again as he fidgeted with something, the red transforming into shades of purple and blue that drifted among the black.

She wasn’t familiar with those colours, or the ones he had displayed when he had first seen her.

Evelyn stared up into his eyes, deeply aware of the eight inches he had on her, of the way his muscles shifted beneath his pale skin with each breath he drew as he gazed at her. She swallowed hard and told herself to look away from him, but God, she didn’t want to stop looking into his eyes. They bewitched her as spots of gold and blue danced against an emerald backdrop and she found herself pressing closer to the glass that separated them, aching to get to him.

She tried and failed to convince herself he had a power over her, to label the feelings he stirred in her as the product of his ability as an incubus to charm females, denying they were real. They felt real as she stood in silence with him, her breaths coming faster and her heart racing as her blood heated.

A voice from deep within her whispered this was real. It was real and a little frightening. She had never felt like this with any other man. She had never been this attracted to someone.

Never burned for them so fiercely.

His left shoulder flexed, his arm moving slightly, and she dropped her gaze to his hand, curiosity tugging it there as a need to know what he was doing filled her.

A flicker of a frown danced on her brow as she noticed the gold band he wore on the ring finger of his left hand—a ring he was now spinning slowly with his thumb.

He was married?

She had never heard of a non-human marrying someone before.

Evelyn ignored the jab of white-hot fire that stung her heart as she gazed at the ring and thought about the fact that somewhere out there, there was a woman waiting for him—a woman he loved. She shook it off and cursed herself for getting too caught up in him. She shouldn’t have allowed herself to be drawn to him, should have resisted his attempts to talk to her and not let anything he had said affect her.

But it was easier said than done.

She lifted her eyes to his face again.

Met his sombre gaze.

Felt soul-deep aware of him as he stared at her in silence that felt far too comfortable, that began to tilt her world off-kilter as she fell into his eyes and again found she didn’t want to look away. She tried again to blame his incubus power, but the flimsy attempt failed as her heart supplied that was impossible. She had checked the archive records, looking into how the cells worked and discovering that incubi were like any other species of non-human. The cell stripped him of the ability to charm and seduce her.

Although he did still have his sinful good looks to fall back on and use to his advantage.

He heaved a sigh that shifted his bare shoulders, tempting her to glance at his body. She denied it, aware that if she even so much as flicked a split-second look at the sculpted perfection of his chest that she would end up gawping at him for hours.

“Evelyn,” he whispered and pressed his hand to the glass that separated them, his green eyes taking on a desperate look as he glanced at his hand and then at her, and she swore she could feel how deeply he needed to touch her.

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