Page 7 of Bite Me

“Uh, thanks? I thought those creepazoids were going to kill me.”

The woman climbed down out of the tree, in a floating, graceful sort of way. “I’m rather fond of the term, douchecanoe. My husband says I’ve got a potty mouth, but secretly he likes it.”

No succubus Jada had ever known had a husband. Her kind didn’t mate. This lady wasn’t a mere human either. Being afraid would probably be the smart thing to do. She wasn’t though.

An aura of comforting, nurturing, motherly vibes surrounded the woman in white. A sensation Jada hadn’t known for a long time. It hurt.

The emotional ping from her brain sent spikes of pain to her chest and settled deep in her gut. Ouch.

Hell, she was so broken.

The woman walked around Jada, or rather floated as if the wind gently carried her. “I’ve got something for you.”

“You do? That’s kind of weird.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to leave that house, those demons, so I could give it to you.”

Stalker much?

See, should have been scared.

Jada took several steps back. She was wearing tennies and yoga pants that had never been to yoga, and the woman in white had that voluminous gown on. If she didn’t have to go far, she could outrun her. “Thanks again, but, I’m gonna go now.”

“Here.” The woman held out her hand and let a necklace with a glowing charm, hang from her fingers.

Jada couldn’t take her eyes off it. She reached her hand out to touch the shining object, mesmerized by its light.

“Let me put it on you.”

Jada nodded, knowing that was the best idea she’d ever heard. She bowed her head and the woman slipped the necklace around her neck, chanting a few words.

The second the charm hit her skin, Jada’s world exploded into the light of a thousand suns. It blinded her and knocked her on her butt.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, only feel. An energy more powerful than sex and blood zipped through her, changing her from the inside out.

It completely overpowered her until darkness crept in around the edges of her consciousness. Damn it all to hell. She was going to pass out, and then who knew what this woman would do to her.

The woman knelt next to her in the grass. “Don’t worry, Jada. You’ll be fine. Even better when he finds you.”

Another figure loomed behind the woman. Bigger, with an entirely hungry, masculine, alpha energy. He was going to eat her, she just knew it.

Instead he spoke. “It had better be soon. Kur-Jara is on the move.”

Jada tried to scream or get away or even move her eyes. She couldn’t.

The woman in white touched Jada’s brow, strengthening the darkness, taking her consciousness. “I know. But Kaiarahi will come for her. He won’t be able to resist. And this time, I added a little protection spell, so the little white witch won’t connect to it for a while.”

“I love your cunning mind, my heart.” The man picked Jada up like she was a little butterfly. “Come on, let’s get her to Ninshubur before any of those Galla dragons or the demons she surrounds herself with stumble upon her.”

The rest of her kidnappers’ conversation faded along with the light and the remainder of her awareness. She could only pray she woke up again tomorrow.

The scent of coffee, frosting, and freshly made baked goods permeated her brain, and Jada sat straight up in her bed.

No, not her bed. Not her room. Not her anything.

Curtains were drawn across the windows, but sunshine leaked in and shined a spotlight a tray on the bedside table. A steaming pot of coffee, three donuts, and a note sat there.

She grabbed a donut, sniffed it, and bit in. Mmm. Sugar. A blessing from the gods. Then she picked up the note. It had only one line.

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