Page 40 of Enticing Monsters

“He doesn’t need to learn shit because there’snothing wrong with him!” Tristan bellows, his chest heaving.

Mother places a hand to her chest, aghast, while Father merely offers Tristan a withering glare.

“When did you start fucking your cousin, boy? Didn’t your parents ever tell you that incest wasn’t—” My father’s words cut off abruptly when Tristan punches him in the face. Hard. Blood splatters from his mouth. “Motherfucker!”

“Get the hell out of here.” Tristan’s nearly trembling with the force of his rage, and I can’t say I’m too far behind him.

I’m disgusted by what my father just said, but more than any of that, I’m terrified.

Terrified I’ll be forced to “learn” how to be an incubus all over again.

Terrified I’ll be shoved into a room alone with another Ms. Summers who wishes to take, take, take from me.

Terrified I’ll break irreparably if that were to happen.

Tristan slams the door on my parents’ stunned faces and then locks the deadbolt. And that may keep my parents away for now, but it won’t work forever.

“They’ll never let me go,” I whisper between dry lips.

“Then they’ll have to go through me.” Tristan’s hands ball into fists as he struggles to wrangle control back from his wolf. He squeezes his eyelids shut and takes a heavy breath. “No one will ever hurt you again, Kian. I’ll kill anyone who even fucking tries.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

DEVYN

Adrenaline surges through me like an electric storm as I press my back against the wall, breathing heavily.

Matthew Lacroix, a fellow FIB agent, doesn’t hesitate to kick open the door and enter the spacious warehouse, his gun raised. I follow along behind him with my own weapon trained on the shadowy corners, searching for any movement, any sign that we’re not alone. I expand my magic outwards, but all I sense is a combination of wariness and hope from my comrades.

Across the way, the back door flies open, and four more FIB agents rush inside.

“Clear!”

“Clear!”

“Clear!”

“Clear!”

“Clear!”

Dammit.

With a heavy sigh, I shove my gun back into its holster and study the building once more. I thought we finally had a lead, something that would blow this case wide open, but it proved to be another dead-end.

Just this morning, I discovered a once-abandoned building had been bought for twice the amount it should’ve. That alone wouldn’t have drawn attention, but security cameras from a nearby store caught a shipment of medical equipment being delivered to this facility. That, combined with its location, made it the perfect base of operations for the murderer.

I dug deeper, sifting through all of the information I could find, and uncovered that the building was bought by someone named Jane Doe. My suspicions were validated when Lacroix, a unicorn shifter who can sense magic, noted an abnormal amount emanating from this building.

Yet it’s empty.

Completely and utterly empty.

I bite my lip to keep from growling—or screaming—and turn towards two of the agents awaiting further instruction. “Fan out. See if you can find anything that can be of use.”

“Yes, sir.” They separate immediately, though I know their search will prove futile.

Our suspect is too fucking smart to leave behind any damning evidence.

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