Page 34 of Inflamed By an Incubus

He glanced into the hallway as half-dressed males and females hurried past. Someone must have opened the barriers in the entire block. He tested his abilities and managed to teleport a few feet to the other side of the fae’s cell. Not everyone running past them had the ability to teleport. They would have to escape by making it past the hunters. Maybe it would provide a big enough distraction that he could reach Evelyn.

“Come on.” Fenix held a hand out to the fae, unsure whether he was a breed that could teleport.

Unsure what the hell he was.

The fae gripped his wrist. “We must leave.”

Fenix looked at his hand and then into his eyes, and knew in his gut that the male was right, but heard himself saying, “I can’t. I have to get Evelyn out of this place.”

“The huntress?” The fae released him when Fenix nodded, his words a black snarl and his expression letting Fenix know exactly what he thought about Evelyn. “That is madness. Do not sacrifice yourself for someone so unworthy.”

“She’s my fated mate. I can’t just leave her.”

The fae glanced at the corridor as shouts broke out, as screams followed and the scent of blood grew heavier in the air. The male looked reluctant when his eyes met Fenix’s again.

“I will go with you.”

Fenix shook his head, changing his mind in a flash as he took a good look at the fae.

As much as he could use the male’s help, he had been through enough already. Fenix wasn’t sure he could live with himself if the male was caught again. This was his chance at freedom, and Fenix couldn’t be selfish and jeopardise it, not now the male had revealed this side of himself. He glanced at the small camera mounted above his own cell, pointed into this one. Archangel would have witnessed the change the male had undergone and he would be at the top of the list for studying if he was caught again.

“Can you teleport?” Fenix glanced at the corridor again as a human sailed past, screaming at the top of their lungs.

The fae nodded.

Fenix hesitated for a heartbeat, the power he could sense in the male tempting him to take him up on his offer of help. He shook it off.

“Then go. Get out of here.” He stepped back from the fae and smiled softly as he realised something. “I never introduced myself. Fenix. My name is Fenix. If you ever need help, just head to the fae town in Scotland, find a witch called Abigail or her sister Agatha, and they’ll direct you to me.”

“Fenix.” The male stepped forwards and held his hand out to him. When Fenix went to take it, the male moved his arm forwards and gripped him by his elbow, and Fenix mirrored him, so their forearms pressed together. The fae looked deep into Fenix’s eyes, his voice earnest as he spoke. “Prince Oberon owes you a debt, Fenix of the Incubi, one you can claim at your leisure.”

Fenix was too rattled by the name he had spoken to pay much attention to the rest.

Prince Oberon.

Prince bloody Oberon.

Fenix had always thought of the male as a story—a legend—or perhaps a myth, but he was flesh and blood.

Fire seared his arm where Prince Oberon gripped it and then the male turned to black mist that sparkled with gold flecks and was gone.

Fenix twisted his right arm away from himself and stared at the patch of skin just below his elbow as orange embers swirled around it, forming a circular design that had a stag and dragon in the centre of it and ancient fae symbols that followed the curve.

A brand to mark him with the prince’s name for any of his breed to see or a promise that Fenix could cash in to remove it from his skin?

He swallowed hard.

Either way, he wasn’t sure he had ever experienced a day as crazy as this one was turning out to be.

He stared at the mark.

Unable to believe that a prince of the Unseelie Court owed him a favour.

A huntress went flying past the front of the cell and a female wearing the standard black tank and trousers of the prisoners gave chase. Fenix shook himself back to his task and hurried from his cell, banking right and teleporting past a group that was fighting. He landed at the far end of the corridor and hurried around the bend, his senses stretching outwards, seeking Evelyn.

He sensed her ahead of him, gritted his teeth and forced another teleport, one that had him shaky and breathing hard as he landed right in front of her.

She back-peddled hard, her golden eyes widening as they landed on him.

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