quiet with no humans around to see him drop from the sky and follow the woman when she exited the bright yellow car. It was definitely her who had sent that tickle of energy against his skin. Kale was quiet as he followed her, a good thirty feet from behind. His eyes roved her figure; a slim build was hugged by a pair of distressed jeans, high stiletto heels peeking out from under the designer hem, and a red, shiny halter allowed him to peek at her bare back. Her soft alabaster skin teased him while a high blonde ponytail swayed from side to side as she hurried down the sidewalk. Kale’s eyes narrowed as she turned down a dark alley and out of his sight. Feels like a trap, Kale mused. Where was this little vixen leading him? He picked up his pace and opened up to his senses as he rounded the corner of the alley. “Why are you following me?” The voice drifted from a shadowed corner and set his heart racing. It wasn’t her. He knew she was dead, but his mind was playing tricks on him. The voice quivered and it sounded like dripping honey. It was sweet just as he remembered hers being. But it wasn’t possible; he had to keep reminding himself of that. “Step out of the shadows, Succubus,” Kale ordered, his voice coming out angrier than he had intended—but anger was all he could hold on to nowadays He caught the steady staccato sound of her hard heels hitting the dirty alley before he saw her fleeing. “Stop!” he roared as he took off after her. Succubi were no match for an Immortal warrior. They weren’t super strong or super fast, but the life force they fed from gave them a boost in both strength and speed—making them a little above human. There true strength came in other ways... like in charming their prey. Their skill in the bedroom was something of legend. They were sex personified. Most Succubi found Fae to feed from since Fae life energy was stronger than human; lasting longer and giving them a little more strength then a human’s chi would. And based on the speed in which this female fled from him, she was either digging up the speed from somewhere deep, possibly fueled by fear, or she’d found a Fae to feast from. So what was she doing in the Human World? Kale didn’t sense the other Fae. He had been so focused on the fleeing female’s form that he didn’t even know they had company until a tree trunk of an arm close-lined him. Kale flew onto his back; the breath he’d been pumping through his lungs to catch the female forced from body. “Stay down,” a deep voice growled as the sausages the man called fingers wrapped around Kale’s throat. Kale scoffed. Right… because the order would make him actually listen to this hulk of a man. “Fuck you,” Kale spat. A deep chuckle reverberated through the air around Kale. “Do you know what I am?” “I don’t give a flying fuck what you are. As far I’m concerned, you’re no more than the shit I flush down the toilet every morning.” The sausages squeezed tighter against Kale’s neck as they lifted him from the dirty alley floor. “You shouldn’t insult a Trow .” A Trow? Was he serious? He was the largest fucking Trow he’d ever seen and way too strong. Trows were cousins of Trolls. They turned to stone in the sunlight and usually they weren’t strong enough to enter the Human World. This guy was big too—nothing was adding up right now and the loss of oxygen was making black stars dance in Kale’s vision. “Jake, put him down and let’s go.” The female’s voice reached Kale, his eyes shooting towards the sound. The blonde stayed hidden in the shadows, making Kale struggle. He needed to see her face—needed to prove to his grasping mind that the face of the woman did not match the picture in his head. Jake—quite the name for a three hundred pound, six-foot-six Trow —quirked a smile at Kale that said this was going to hurt. Jake released Kale with a swift toss across the alley into a brick wall. By the