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She practically sprinted out of the door.

Mort turned to him. “Is she going to fuck him? Because you said no sex in the den.”

Fenix sighed and looked at his ragtag clan, a family he had tried to make for himself after the decades of being alone had begun to get to him, wearing him down. He had needed company, and had found himself turning back to his incubus brethren for it, ending up giving a home to those who were like him and didn’t have one.

Mort looked ready to go spy on Hella and MacKinnon. Tiny was blushing like a beetroot and staring hard at the same page he had been looking at for ten minutes. Des had done the honourable thing and excused himself so he didn’t offend Hella. Rane was still staring out of the window.

For all their faults, they were his family, one he had chosen but one that meant everything to him, and he wouldn’t swap any of them for anything in the world.

Another lightning bolt shook the mansion.

Fenix slid a look at Rane.

Or maybe he would swap one of them.

“You’re going to have to face her sooner or later,” he said.

Rane gave him a look in return.

One that said it was going to be later—much later.

Chapter 15

The team had gone dark.

Evelyn tried not to worry about that as she trekked beside Archer across a black wasteland dangerously close to the area Archangel had discovered was home to dragon shifters. Tried and failed. The images those five words conjured as they ran around her head in Mark’s clipped voice weren’t easy to stomach, had adrenaline constantly simmering in her veins, and made her twitchy. The slightest noise or shift in air currents had her locking up and scanning the bleak landscape that looked the same in all directions—a broad flat valley basin surrounded by towering cragged onyx peaks that put Everest to shame—and then the dull grey sky that glowed orange off to her right.

Archer had picked her up on her nerves and had subtly suggested another reason for them.

The incubus.

Some part of her was soul-deep aware that her team of twenty weren’t the only ones who had passed through the portal a fae captive had opened for them, one that had brought them to Hell around a five-mile trek from the last known location of the group that had suddenly gone quiet.

Fenix had tailed her through it.

Her heart drummed a rapid beat against her ribs as she thought about him, heat quick to bloom in her veins as his handsome face filled her mind, and sparked flashes of the dreams she’d been having.

Dreams that had starred the incubus.

Dreams she definitely wasn’t going to tell Archer or anyone about.

She fanned her face with her hand as her cheeks burned, her temperature soaring at just the memory of how wicked those dreams had been and how she would wake up grinning like the cat that got the cream until reality caught up with her, bringing her back down to earth with a harsh bump.

Dreaming of the incubus was dangerous. Sure, it was incredibly satisfying for some reason too, left her feeling better than most men had—or possibly all men since she couldn’t recall ever sleeping with one—but it was dangerous. She was letting him get under her skin, and the last few days had revealed that was a bad thing.

Because she had begun wondering why he hadn’t come to see her recently.

And she had discovered she was angry about his prolonged absence.

Evelyn switched from fanning her face to rubbing a hand down it and suppressing a groan. She felt Archer’s gaze on her and ignored him, couldn’t bring herself to look at him while she was mentally chastising herself for getting caught up in Fenix. For all she knew, this was all part of his plan. She wasn’t sure how she would feel if it turned out that Archer was right about him and he was playing her, using her for some nefarious purpose.

She let her hand drop to her side and took in the grim valley again, that part of her she couldn’t quite tame wondering where Fenix was. She was sure that he was here somewhere, although she hadn’t seen him. She had felt his gaze on her though, like a caress. Knew it was him.

Was he here to gather intelligence on the operation, spying on Archangel?

Or just spying on her?

One of the scouts in the team, a blond man named Tim, lowered his binoculars from his face and cast a glance over his shoulder at Archer.

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