If it came to some unknown threat lurking on the streets versus Brexley, I’d rather the devil I don’t know. Because the devil I do is drawing me in and I’d rather lose my life than my soul right now.
Chapter20
A Glamorous Distraction
BREXLEY
The damn fool girl made a run for it. Doesn’t she know it’s not safe for her out there? I charge out into the night, chasing her scent. She’s on her way home, and she only has a five-minute head start on me.
As I hurry down the lane, Red’s scent suddenly intensifies. And she’s aroused . . .
I break into a run and turn a corner to find her walking in a different direction from her apartment, with Hunter. And he’sfucking touching her.
His hands are hidden under her coat. From the outline of his arm, he’s likely touching the bare skin of her back.
My blood boils, my fangs elongate, and my muscles bulge as I prepare to rip his head off. Hunter knows she’s got a weak spot for him, and he’s using it to his advantage.
The stink of his magic is near suffocating. In the club it was like standing next to a car emitting diesel fumes. But now it presses on me like rotten vegetables.
As I advance, I see Red staring up at him with doe eyes as she licks her lips. If I don’t get his hands off her, she might start humping him right here.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” I demand as I rip Hunter’s hands off Red. He spins and regards me with confusion.
Pulling Red away, I move her behind me. Having several inches on Hunter, I sneer down at him. He seems even smaller than before, the little worm. “She told you to leave. It seems like you have a hard time understanding, so let me make it clear.”
“What the hell?” a familiar voice comes from behind me.
I turn and find myself facing a second Hunter, except this one smells like diesel.
Fuck. Of course. This Hunter is slightly shorter and smells different. It’s a glamor mage.
Realizing his cover’s blown, the fake Hunter whips out a knife. I easily smack his arm down before delivering a blow to his midsection that sends him reeling.
Before I can land another punch, the imposter rises off the ground and slams up against the building. He grunts at the impact, eyes wild with fear. The scent of diesel becomes sickeningly strong.
The real Hunter holds a hand out, magic crackles around him as he keeps the imposter up against the wall. He’s a telekinetic, but he’s not as powerful a mage as the one on the wall. I can smell it.
“Why are you posing as me?” Hunter demands.
The false Hunter shakes his head and tightens his lips.
With a glance over my shoulder, I notice Red hunched in on herself. She looks deeply shaken. I want to go to her, but this is more important.
“Who sent you?” I ask.
The glamor mage shakes his head again.
“I’m asking the questions here,” Hunter snaps at me.
“No, you’re the one sticking his nose in where he doesn’t belong. Run on home to daddy, boy.”
Whatever button I pressed, I pressed too hard.
Hunter drops the glamor mage as his power slams into me.
I fly back along the street and hit the pavement hard. Like being kicked by a horse, the blow expels all the oxygen from my lungs. I’m left gasping.
“I can’t see why Grandma would hire a lowly, dirty fae like you. Seems like I need to tell her that you can’t do the one job you were sent to do,” he spits at me. “I can take over now.”
