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Zev looks at me with nothing but disappointment, like he expected me to tell him the truth. Like he expected me to come quietly.
I’m shivering now as Zev’s magic clings so damn tightly to me. I bare my fangs as Zev leans closer, his hand gripping my chin to hold me steady.
“What. Are. You?” he accentuates every word.
I shiver on the ground, cold seeping into my bones, Zev’s magic reaching its peak. I could break his power’s hold, but that would mean revealing what I am which would be a death sentence from the drifters. At least as a Succubus, I’m of value. A bounty to be handed over to the Collector who wants one of my kind to keep as one of his pets.
Live today, fight tomorrow.
“I’m…”
I’m done.
I’m done running.
It’s time. No one ever gets close to the Collector except for his family.
Unless you’re a drifter, handing over a bounty.
Unless you’rethebounty.
Sure, I don’t understand the full realm of my powers, but I have enough of a grasp now that I can probably kill the Collector if I get close enough. Seeing his blood spill on his golden floors has been a fantasy of mine for a very, very long time.
The fight goes out of me, my muscles doing their best to relax under the strain of his magic.
“I’m…c-cold,” I stutter out through my shivers.
Zev shakes his head, utterly fed up with me which, if I’m honest, brings me a whole heap of satisfaction in this shitty situation.
Jagger peels his large vest off his body, and bends to lay it over me. The size of it covers half of me, and I hate that I can’t stop the sigh of relief at the rich warmth of it. His smell is all over it, making my mouth water and my fangs ache. Shit, I need tofeed.
Zev studies me for a second longer, his magic fully bleeding out of my system. I move to leap to my feet, but his hand on my chin jerks me to a halt, his other glowing with a bluish-white color that looks like starlight.
His power swarms me, sweeping away my consciousness like smoke from a dying flame.
Chapter 3
Zev
“What are you looking for?” Jagger asks from where he sits on the trunk of a fallen tree, a small fire crackling before him.
I peel back Jagger’s vest, still draped over the sleeping succubus where she lays next to me. I scan her bare arms, brow furrowed.
“I swore I saw a flash of gold on her skin,” I answer, covering her up again and moving to sit on the trunk next to him.
“A tattoo or a mark?”
“I was hoping for one or the other,” I answer, wanting any indicator of what else she might be, because she seems much stronger than a succubus, at least from what I’ve read about them. I’ve never met one before. I studying her sleeping form over the flames. She’s beautiful, there’s no denying that, and fierce.
And she damn well knows it too. She used it to her advantage during our private dance session, working her body over mine in a way that made things stir inside me that haven’t awakened in years.
“Why?” Jagger asks.
“To give us a clue as to what she really is.”
Jagger sighs and strums a few notes on his guitar, the instrument as much an extension of him as my sword is to me. “You really believe she’s more than just a succubus?” he asks, plucking the strings. “Those are rare enough as it is,” he continues. “So many were lost in The Great Purge. I never thought we’d come across one.”
I nod, eyes on her. After the Collector took out one of the four major families in power, he’d targeted succubi and incubi due to their influential powers. He’d never managed to capture one for his collection, so the bounty for one was high.
