Page 35 of Inflamed By an Incubus

“We have to go. You can’t stay here. It’s not safe for you.” He lunged for her and realised his mistake too late.

She wasn’t alone.

Archer seized his wrist and twisted his arm so viciously that Fenix’s shoulder screamed in pain, and he was forced to drop to his knees to avoid having his arm broken. His gaze leaped up to the dark-haired male, colliding with Archer’s as he loomed over him, a malevolent look in his dark eyes that had all of Fenix’s senses sharpening as best they could while he was hungry.

Because Archer wanted to kill him.

Fenix bellowed as Archer slammed a fist into his face and followed it with a swift knee to his sternum. The bastard hit like a truck. Fenix summoned a teleport, one that carried him only a few feet from the male, and did his best not to sag into the wall as his strength bled from him and hunger roared up on him, had his head pounding and his incubus nature stealing control.

Whatever Archer was, he definitely wasn’t human.

Fenix flicked a look at Evelyn where she lingered behind her partner, her eyes still wide and her face pale as she stared at him. His brow furrowed and he couldn’t resist the urge to reach for her, his need of her flowing too strongly in his blood to deny it. Her golden gaze lowered to his hand and for a heartbeat, he swore she wanted to reach for him too.

And then Archer came at him.

Fenix bared his teeth at the male and dodged the heavy blow Archer aimed at his face, ducked beneath it and leaped backwards, his gaze darting to Evelyn again as he landed.

And realised that he couldn’t get to her.

Archer wasn’t going to allow it. The male was hellbent on protecting her, and Fenix seethed with a need to take him down, to remove him from the equation so he couldn’t steal his mate. Only the sensible part of him won for once. He listened to it as it screamed in his mind, telling him that if he tried to get to her, that Archer would be the one killing him. He wasn’t strong enough to fight this male, not right now.

But that didn’t mean their war was over.

As soon as Fenix was strong enough, he was going to return for a rematch and he would be the victor.

His eyes locked with Evelyn’s again.

He cursed.

“I’ll get you out of here. Whatever it takes.” He took one last look at her, making his words a vow so she would know he meant them. “I’ll set you free.”

And teleported just as Archer threw another punch at him.

One that made the air smell like the tinny scent of magic.

Chapter 10

More than a week had passed since the break-in at Archangel HQ in London, and Evelyn still couldn’t shake the way the incubus had looked at her, or what he had said.

He had wanted to take her away from Archangel.

Had looked desperate to make that happen.

Why?

Was it purely because he wanted her for himself?

Or was the growing feeling she had—the one that said she knew him—right, and he honestly believed she was in danger among the hunters and scientists?

She didn’t feel as if she was in danger as she sat on the roof of the building, gazing out at the skyline of London, her eyes roaming over the hotchpotch roofs and the striking BT Tower that punched high into the air to loom over them.

Evening was approaching, the fingers of clouds in the sky already threaded with pink as the sun sank lower. It was beautiful up here. Quiet. She had been coming here more and more frequently, compelled to find a space where she could breathe.

Where she could think.

She relaxed and sank into her growing habit of mulling over everything she knew about Fenix. Didn’t notice Archer pushing the roof access door open and striding towards her until he was right next to her. That wasn’t good. She was too swept up in the incubus, should have been aware that someone else was up here with her. It worried her.

The look on Archer’s face as she glanced up at him said it worried him too.

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