Page 88 of Inflamed By an Incubus

It turned out that Fenix had returned smelling like a woman because he had gone to visit the owners of a nightclub in London, one where Evelyn had been several times in her years with Archangel—Underworld. He hadn’t gone there to find a host. He had gone there to talk with a tiger shifter called Talon and his mate, a woman Evelyn had met in the past. Sherry had offered him some clothes she had used when she had broken into Archangel with a huntress.

Apparently, the rumours about Emelia had been true.

She had run off with an angel of all things.

An angel.

Evelyn was still having a difficult time processing that one.

Sherry had thought Fenix might need a change of clothes for Evelyn and had kindly offered them, and he had taken them, inadvertently rubbing her scent all over him.

Triggering a response in Evelyn that continued to shake her if she paused for a second to think about it. Thankfully, she was too busy trying to look inconspicuous to have a moment to breathe, let alone think.

Fenix strode beside her along the corridor in the lower ground floor of Archangel headquarters, as bold as brass with his head tipped up and his shoulders squared. She still wasn’t sure about this. His plan was solid and he believed the information the tiger shifter had given him was good, but Evelyn still felt on edge as she walked with him, acting as if they were just a pair of hunters heading towards the pens.

The first part of his plan had worked without a hitch.

Evelyn had entered the building alone, had gone to the department responsible for outfitting the hunters and had made up some lie about needing to get a new set of clothes for Archer. She had been nervous as hell as she had stood there waiting, sure that the woman behind the counter was going to phone for confirmation or call her on her lie. Only the brunette had merely looked up Archer’s sizes, gone into the backroom and returned with a plastic-wrapped black Henley and combat trousers and a fresh pair of boots.

Evelyn had signed for them, grabbed her haul and resisted the urge to run with it. It had been difficult to vanquish that compelling need to flee the scene when her mind had locked onto Archer and the fact the woman had found his information on the system.

Meaning he was still working for Archangel.

The thought of running into him had set her on edge and she had hurried to the nearest supply closet, shut herself inside and pictured the roof. Surprisingly, it had worked and she had teleported there, landing in the middle of it close to where she had enjoyed sitting once, with Archer.

Fenix had found her standing there, staring at the spot where they had sat so many times, talking about the view and the weather and mundane things.

Like friends did.

“You okay?” Fenix murmured, dragging her back to him, and she knew she had to look as bleak as she felt when she glanced at him and his gaze softened.

She wanted to talk to him about Archer, but held her tongue because he would grow snappish with her if she so much as mentioned his name. He had made it clear several times during their meeting with the others to plan tonight’s mission that he didn’t like anyone bringing up the warlock. Why? She saw a flash of how violently he had reacted when he had seen her with Archer, how he had accused her of sleeping with him, and it hit her that she wasn’t the only one who hated the thought of the other being with someone else.

Evelyn shrugged it off and returned her gaze to the corridor in front of her, following the route that the tiger had given them, one that was leading them dangerously close to the cellblocks.

She tensed when she spotted how busy the path ahead of them was and her gaze strayed to Fenix again. The black Henley covered him from neck to wrist, concealing his fae markings, and he looked like every other male hunter in his fatigues and boots, but it only took a look into his eyes to see he wasn’t like the men who were coming and going along the corridor.

He might be able to hide his markings, but he couldn’t hide the spots of blue and gold that coloured his irises.

A passing hunter looked at him and Fenix smiled, flashing straight white teeth, and winked. The man’s cheeks flushed and he averted his gaze, dipped his head and hurried away from them.

She had learned something new about incubi tonight.

It wasn’t only women who were susceptible to their power to charm and manipulate feelings.

Fenix had been disarming women and men left, right and centre, throwing them all off his scent if they looked his way. One of the men had even paused to hit on him, and Fenix had slung his arm around Evelyn’s shoulder and asked if he wanted a threesome. That had sent the man running and Fenix had assured her that it was his loss. It had struck her then that she was the reason the man had left. He hadn’t wanted to be with a woman too.

Two female hunters rounded a corner, their gazes instantly straying to Fenix. A blush bloomed on their cheeks, their eyes growing dark with hunger, hooded as the distance between them narrowed.

Fire burned up Evelyn’s blood when she glanced at Fenix and found him smiling at them, the gold and blue in his eyes swirling faster now. Charming them.

When the women were level with them, she scowled at both of them and then grabbed Fenix’s arm and shoved him down a corridor to his right, away from the hunters.

“You know, you’ll undo my hard work if you keep looking like you want to murder the females,” Fenix grumbled and the terrible urge to punch him again ran through her.

Because it sounded like he was enjoying charming the females.

“Oh, what a shame. You’ll have to make do with my company.” She rolled her eyes. “This way.”

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