Page 69 of Inflamed By an Incubus

There was a blonde female wearing a black dress to his left. A witch if she had to guess. Behind him were two men who looked like elves to her, both of them tall and lean, with dishevelled blue-black hair and noble features. The fact the tips of their ears were rounded and their eyes weren’t violet didn’t fool her. She knew elves could manipulate those parts of their appearance, allowing them to blend in with humans.

She reached for the dart gun holstered at her hip and froze when one of the elves looked at her, a hard look settling on his face that warned her that if she went for the weapon, she would regret it.

Instead, she waited for Archer to do something.

The moment he made a move, she would too. Together they could handle this threat.

Only he remained perfectly still beside her.

Her gaze slid to him and she found him staring at the group, but it wasn’t the incubus on the receiving end of his glare.

It was the petite woman.

“Hello,” she said breezily, as if they knew each other or she wanted to be friends.

Archer flexed his fingers.

She clucked her tongue.

“That’s my move.”

Evelyn’s eyes widened as the woman raised her left arm and elegantly flipped her hand over and a bright red sphere surrounded by jagged black ribbons appeared above her palm.

And shot towards Archer.

“Archer!” Evelyn lunged for him.

He shoved her away from him, his palm hitting her hard in the centre of her chest to knock the wind from her as he pushed her out of the line of fire. The spell hit him dead on, detonating in tiny orbs of red that zoomed around him and sank into his skin wherever it was exposed. He cast her a stricken look as she landed on her backside on the grass a short distance from him, the pain in his eyes tearing at her, filling her with a need to go to him.

And then he clutched the sides of his head, threw it back and bellowed at the night sky.

The sound was more demonic than human, had a chill racing down her spine as she stared at him, unable to believe her eyes.

Flares of violet and cerulean burst from his shoulders to form a corona around him, laced with fingers of onyx shadows that lashed at the air.

His eyes flicked open.

They were jet black.

Blue flames engulfed his hands and rushed up his arms, burning away the black sleeves of his Henley.

Revealing bands of markings on his forearms that were just like the ones she had seen in her dreams.

He sneered at the blonde, flashing his teeth at her, and for a heartbeat it looked as if he might attack her, but then he cast another look filled with regret and hurt at Evelyn.

Bellowed like a beast.

And disappeared.

“Son of a bloody bitch!” the blonde witch yelled and hurried forwards, but the taller of the elf males, one who bore a striking resemblance to Prince Loren of the elves, seized hold of her and pulled her back against his chest, pinning her there.

“I did say he could probably teleport.” Fenix levelled a look on her. “You didn’t think to work some… anti-teleport… spell into the mix?”

“Oh, fuck off. I don’t see you casting magic.” She wriggled free of the elf’s grip and turned on the incubus, her large blue eyes pricked with shining silver stars. “Anyway, the plan wasn’t to capture him. We’re not equipped to hold a Crow.”

“Sounds like your plan was to capture him. You are rather upset he got away.” The other elf weathered the black look she cast at him, shrugging it off.

“Little Wild Rose.” The elf who had grabbed her murmured that with a strained, possibly pained, look on his face.

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