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I felt a little warmth down there and figured the damn thing had drawn blood from under my toenail. Now, I was pissed! He was staggering around the king-sized bed. I paused, regarding him in the pale moonlight of my hotel room. He was drunk. As much as I wanted—hell, craved! He d his catlike prowling toward me and I jumped onto the bed, well aware that this was a ridiculous position. I could feel you sense me. The club. How to kill an incubus mentally groaned, remembering what had gone down hours earlier.
The real reason I was there was because Derek Karr was there and I was tailing him. It sounded glamorous whenever I thought about it but the reality was far from it. Derek was supposed to be on a business trip—something to do with a software he was developing for some fancy French hi-tech company—not on a grinding session with multiple redhe and blondes. And he did this in very obnoxious silk shirts and khaki slacks, too. Meanwhile, his wife was back in Florida.
Anna Karr had paid me a huge lump of cash to trail her husband of fifteen years to Paris. At first, Karr had been all right—going to meetings, business lunches, ordering room service—all well and good for a man who was unwittingly making millions doing what he did.
But come weekend? In fact, I had enough evidence of Karr playing around to send to Anna, which was why tonight was my last night at the Ange Noir—and in Paris. This incubus, apparently, had checked me out at the club and followed me here. But an incubus would have been last on my list of suspects—which was utterly stupid of me. Clubs were their playground.
Lots of fresh meat.
Got that?! Your fingernails? He looked at me, his eyes so dark they were practically onyx.
But everything else about him was light—the thick waves of blonde hair on his head, the full red apple slices for lips, and the paleness of his skin. Ignorance was freaking bliss. Doubling over, he fell to his knees, rocking back and forth with laughter.
I was momentarily confused. My dad had never mentioned supernatural creatures possessing funny bones. A witch? A medium? I preferred my low-key PI work because it paid a hell of a lot better than killing those freaks did. Actually, I was a lot freaked out. He shook his head, chuckling. He seemed so… human, and that was the scariest part. How many women fell for his charms and cheerfully opened their legs to him?
How many women woke up the next day feeling physically drained with no explanation whatsoever? He was pure evil. Andrei was probably one of his billion-year-old incubus friends, and as evil and perverse as he was. The small part of me that clung to that stab of fear was praying for a miracle. He was how to kill an incubus, definitely—stronger than me, and could probably take me down and have his way with me.
Mind-blowing animal sex tended to do that to a person. I sank to my knees, breathing heavily, and fell onto my back. I survived that. I survived that and it felt…good. Really good. But something nagged at the back of my mind. Did he mean Baby Phat? I thought hazily, drifting to sleep again. Or baby fat? Drama was embedded in her DNA.
He did. Come on, Ren. Sandra Bullock was on the cover and I loved her. The private investigator?
It all happened so fast. One minute, he was blinking at me benignly with deep-set baby blues, and the next, his big hands were around my neck, throttling me and making his intent to crush my windpipe crystal clear. People started screaming and Gav started talking, his voice chillingly fanatical. I was with Mel once!
Just once! You had no right! No right at all! Two men jumped into action and attempted to pry Gavin off me and, once his viselike grip loosened, I reached out and punched him in the throat, gasping for air when he finally released me. He spluttered, choking for air, and flopped back in his seat. You know what Lorenzo was saying? She left you guys. Now you feel like all cheaters gotta pay.How to kill an incubus
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