Page 85 of Inflamed By an Incubus

If she could, she would teleport to the nearest fae town and bang on every damned door in the place until she found Fenix.

Her heart laboured, blood running hard in her veins as she struggled to tamp down the anger and convince herself that she didn’t care what he did. He might be handsome, and some stupid part of her might want him, but he wasn’t hers.

A rumbling sound echoed around her and she twisted and turned, seeking the source of that noise.

Mackenzie blinked at her. “Did you just growl?”

Evelyn’s eyes widened as they leaped to meet Mackenzie’s golden ones, her eyebrows shooting high on her forehead as her body locked up tight. “No.”

She didn’t think she had anyway.

But for a heartbeat, a split-second there, she had been so furious with herself and with Fenix that she had wanted to growl.

“She growled,” Hartt put in.

Evelyn shot him a glare, her lips flattening and compressing hard as she resisted the urge to tell him to go to hell. She had done that once already and he had mocked her with a smile and casually mentioned he lived there, so going to Hell was hardly a punishment to him.

He rolled his wide shoulders, shifting his black tunic jacket with the action. “I just say it as I hear it. You growled. Sounded like you wanted to rip something apart with your talons. I would say you were close to screeching.”

“Screeching?” A shiver traipsed down her spine and her gaze leaped to Mackenzie.

The pretty redhead shrugged. “I only screech when I’m really angry about something.”

The thought of being able to screech like a raptor unsettled Evelyn so she pretended she hadn’t heard that it was something phoenixes like her could do.

Like her?

Her shoulders slumped as it hit her that she was beyond starting to believe that she was a phoenix shifter. She was already there.

“What made you want to screech?” Mackenzie took a slow step towards her, a cautious edge to her expression as she studied her closely.

Evelyn clammed up, because she wasn’t the sort to pour her heart out and share her feelings and fears with people she barely knew. The only person she had ever confided in was Archer.

Something inside her popped and deflated at the thought of him. Had he wanted to explain himself before Rosalind had hit him with that spell? Had he really been her friend? Part of her wanted to find him and ask, and the rest was bone-deep afraid of confronting him, fearing what he might say.

She wasn’t sure she could handle him turning on her with a cold, mocking laugh and announcing that she had been nothing but a pawn to him.

It would be the cherry on a very crap cake someone was currently forcing her to swallow.

“Fenix is my guess.” Hartt sighed in a way that said he knew exactly how she was feeling when it came to the incubus and he pitied her, so she glared at him again, daring him to continue. He clearly didn’t see the threat in her eyes, or maybe he didn’t care, because he said, “Her mate has run off somewhere while he’s hungry. Idiot. There are probably a thousand scenarios spinning through her mind and you expect her to concentrate? I am not sure I could concentrate if you had gone off somewhere while you were aroused.”

He glanced at his mate.

“That isn’t helping,” Evelyn bit out and paced away from him and Mackenzie, needing some space as the fire in her veins blazed hotter, stoked to an inferno by one word.

Aroused.

Fenix had been fired up and he had left her, had gone off somewhere alone.

The pressure building inside her became too much, made her feel that if she didn’t unleash it all somehow that she might explode. She gritted her teeth, desperately trying to calm her mind and convince herself that she didn’t care what Fenix was doing.

She didn’t care who was satisfying his urges for him.

Dealing with his needs.

A shimmering red veil descended over her vision and before she knew what she was doing, she had thrown her head back and screamed.

Only it wasn’t a scream that left her lips.

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