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My lips form an O, but no words come out. He knew Ryleigh could dream travel? He knew her better than me.

“Eva, I’m so sorry we lied to you and hurt you,” he says, as if reading my mind. “But I’m just so fucking glad you’re okay. When the demon took you … I thought … Well …” Shaking his head, he leans forward and kisses me again.

Warmth and coldness simultaneously flow through my veins, scorching hot yet chillingly cold, which makes it impossible to pull away or kiss him back. Instead, I end up standing there with my heart pounding in my chest and my legs trembling.

“Hunter, stop that,” Opal’s voice slices through the moment. “You know you’re not supposed to do that while you’re on the job.”

Hunter gradually pulls back, wetting his lips with his tongue. “This is different,” he tells her without taking his eyes off me.

I feel like he’s searching for something inside me, but I don’t have a crazy, confused clue what. And adding to that confusion is the fact that he’s kissed me twice in the last minute. How can that be possible after all these years of me being in love with him, yet figuring he’d never reciprocate my feelings? Has he really wanted to kiss me all this time, but was just afraid? Or is this part of the lie, of staying close to me?

I instinctively start to decide on the latter, but then Max’s words echo through my mind.

He said I am naive about guys, like I am more desirable than I thought. He made it sound like it had more to do with my power than anything else …

Then it dawns on me.

Succubus.

Holy freak! I am a succubus!

Chapter Seven

Okay, so here’s a couple of things I know about succubi. They have the power to seduce men, and they have a lot of sex. None of that makes sense to me since I’ve never seduced anyone in my life. And up until when Max kissed me in the cage at Evan’s, virgin lips graced my face.

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asks worriedly. “You look flushed?”

“It’s nothing.” I shake my head, feeling my cheeks warm even more. “I’m just exhausted and overwhelmed.”

I hate lying, but what else am I supposed to say? I’m flushed because I might be a succubus. Yeah, that’s pretty much a walking contradiction.

By the look on his face, he doesn’t buy my bullshit. It’s irritating that he knows me so much better than I know him.

Opal approaches us with her wings still out, the corners fluttering against the draft blowing out from the portal. “Hunter, we need to get her out of here before the demon wakes up.”

“His name is Max,” I automatically say, then shrug when they both give me a strange look. “What? He told me it was.”

Puzzlement etches into Hunter’s features. “Eva, you know he was probably lying to you, right? Demon’s rarely tell you their real names.”

He has a point, but still …

“Is Hunter your real name?” I bite down on my tongue, regretting the words the instant I say them. I sound like a bitter Betty.

Hunter sighs sadly. “Yes, my name is really Hunter.” He leans forward, lowering his voice. “I know you don’t trust me right now, and I totally get it, but I promise you that not everything was a lie. The basic stuff I told you, and some of the more personal stuff, is completely true.”

My brain sets into a mental tug-of-war over my feelings for him. Do I hate him? Love him? Am I angry with him? Sad? Hurt? What do I feel!

When he notes my expression, he brushes the back of his hand across my cheekbone. “We’ll talk more about this later, okay? Right now, we need to get you home.” He offers me his hand.

Home. Do I even have a home?

I glance around the demon lair, remembering the story Max told me about the hybrid child. Then I think about how Hunter said that the society found me in a demon lair when I was a baby. The stories match up almost perfectly, which means that, at one point, I lived in a place like this. That also means I’m a freak of nature with a clusterfuck of creatures’ blood sloshing around in my body.

I grimace at the thought, but I do take Hunter’s hand and let him lead me toward the portal.

“I’ve never traveled through a portal before,” I admit as we near the swirling tunnel in the middle of the room.

He gives my hand a squeeze. “I know. I’ll get you through it. Just hold my hand, okay?”

I nod as Opal steps up beside me.

“What happens if my hand slips from yours?”

“Don’t let that happen,” Opal says worriedly. “You could get lost inside and never find your way out.”

I turn my head to look at her, but she won’t meet my eyes, her gaze trained on the portal. I wonder why. Does it have anything to do with feeling guilty about lying to me? Or is she just concentrating?

Hunter softly tugs on my hand, redirecting my attention to him. “Ready?”

I give an unsteady nod. “I guess so.”

Truthfully, I’m nervous. If anyone were to end up getting lost in a portal, it’d be me. Having no other choice, though, I clutch Hunter’s hand and step forward into the swirling colors and warm air, hoping upon hope that I’ll make it out.

Chapter Eight

Traveling through a portal is awful. And I mean, awful. Not only do I get motion sickness, but my limbs feel like they’re going to be ripped from my body. And don’t even get me started on the hand sweat. But that’s mostly from the fact that I’m clutching Hunter’s hand for dear life.

Please let me get out of here. Please, please, please …

My feet touch solid surface, and the wind rushing and pulling at my body suddenly stops. I don’t release Hunter’s hand right away, though, gripping it as I crack open an eyelid. Then I sigh in relief as I take in the four walls and the furniture that make up the living room of the house I’m renting.

“I’m home. Thank God.”

Hunter brushes his finger along the back of my hand. “You’re all right, right? No motion sickness or anything like that?”

“Not anymore.” I drape my free hand across my stomach. “While we were in there, though, I thought I was going to yack all over you.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he stares at me in … well, shock.

“What?” I ask, feeling self-conscious. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” His lips twitch in amusement.

“Like I’ve surprised you. And that I’m amusing.”

“You’re always amusing,” he jokes, tugging on a strand of my hair. Then the humor in his eyes fizzles into seriousness. “It’s just nice to hear you sound like … well, you.”

“What else would I sound like? A crazy hybrid demon?” I ask, slightly offended.

He promptly shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant at all. I meant that you still sound like you even after I …” He pauses with confliction in his eyes.

“Admitted that you lied to me,” I finish for him.

Guilt flickers across his face, but he hastily erases it as Opal dives out of the portal and into the living room. She lands gracefully on her feet near the leather sofa, then dusts off her hands, folds up her wings, and shuts down the portal with a flick of her wrist.

“Mission accomplished.” She beams, but her smile falters as she glances at me. “Hey.” She offers me a tentative, unsure smile.

“Hey.” My tone conveys the buttload of hurt I’m feeling inside.

She must hear it, because she says, “Eva, I’m so sorry. There were so many times I wanted to tell you, but it went against protocol.”

“I understand.” Honestly, I don’t. Maybe I’m being crazy, but I’d like to think, if I were in their shoes, I’d have broken down a long time ago and confessed everything to them. Perhaps that’s because I care more about them.

“No, you don’t.” She reads straight through my lies. “But that’s okay. You have every right to be hurt. Just so you know, our friendship was never a lie. I’ve always thought of you as my real friend.”

/>   “That’s what Hunter said, too.” My deflated tone causes them both to frown. “Sorry, but I can’t help it. You guys lied to me for years, and now I’m wondering if anything about our friendship is true. And it sort of makes sense. No one ever liked me, except you two, and I always wondered why that was.” I gesture at Hunter. “I mean, you were so popular, yet you acted like we were best friends.” His lips part, but I talk over him. “And Opal, you were so normal and sweet and powerful. It never made sense why you hung around me.”

“Eva …” Opal starts, tears pooling in her eyes.

“It’s fine,” I cut her off, backing away as I become emotionally overwhelmed. “I just need a minute, okay?”

Hunter winds around the sofa, following after me. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to wander off by yourself.”

Frustration crawls through me. “So, I’m never supposed to be alone now?”

Opal’s gaze flits to me then to Hunter. “Give her a minute, okay? The house has more charms and protection spells on it than the fey realm. Nothing’s getting in.”

“I’m not worried about something getting in.” Hunter stuffs his hands into his pockets, seeming fidgety. “I’m worried about her getting out.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. “I just need a breather. And I want to see Ryleigh … Is she in the basement?”

Hunter nods uneasily. “She is.”

“Okay, I’ll just go down there then.” I move to leave.

“Eva, wait,” Hunter calls out.


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