Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (love books to read TXT) 📕

me, which says a lot considering he works for the vampires.

It looks like he’s about to run, so I snatch him by the collar and slam him against the bank machine.

So much for keeping a low profile.

Several eyes turn our way, so I keep my face close to his and both Drax and Ace move in, shielding us from view.

“Where the fuck is it?” I hiss.

He scrunches his nose as if I just ate a can of tuna, which I most certainly did not.

“Lady, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He reaches for my wrist, and although mine is half the size of his, it’s a hundred times stronger.

Pathetic feeble.

“You get one warning,” I say, my fangs slowly coming out.

Control yourself, Alexis. There are feebles around.

“The fuck do you want from me?” he says, still squirming. “You said you’d leave me alone after I did you a solid. I did what you asked. You’re gonna get me killed, you know that?”

Footsteps echo behind us, and Drax clears his throat. “Um, Alexis. Security coming at three o’clock.”

“Six o’clock,” Ace corrects, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Technically—”

“Would you two shut up?” I hiss.

The footsteps grow louder, and although I refuse to turn around and look at the guards, I can tell there are three coming my way.

“Where the fuck is the amulet and the book?” I say. “I swear to Athena herself, if you don’t answer me, I’ll fly you straight up through this goddamn ceiling and crush your skull. I don’t give a shit if anyone sees—”

“The book?” he says, looking confused. “As in the Book of Origin?”

My grip tightens around his throat, and I bare my teeth at him. “Yeah, that book. I know those slimebag vampires have at least half of it, so you’re going to tell me exactly—”

“Lady, you got it all wrong,” he says, almost laughing now. “You’re tellin’ me you ain’t the one who got the book?”

I’m too shocked and confused by his reaction to keep squeezing his throat, so I let go.

My confusion must be written all over my face. He gives me his cocky smirk like I don’t know shit and sucks on his front teeth. “Man, I had a feeling it wasn’t you.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“Hey!” comes an authoritative male voice. “What’s going on over here?”

Although I still refuse to turn away from Clock Dragon, or Adrian if I recall correctly, I can picture the guards perfectly—puffed chests, hands on their useless batons, and frowns so pronounced their brows protrude from their faces.

Clock Dragon glances toward them and shakes his head. Then, in a whisper, he says, “The vampires are blaming the fae for this, and apparently, you guys are blamin’ them. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone set you up.” With pouted lips, he throws his chin out at me as if to emphasize my stupidity. “And if you guys don’t smarten the fuck up soon, you’re gonna get us humans killed.”

A hint of anger flashes across his face.

I blink once, then twice.

I’ve been around enough feebles to know when they’re lying, and Clock Dragon isn’t lying.

“Step away from the man and put your hands in the air,” comes that same voice.

Dumb wannabe cop.

If I turn around—and if Jamieson is after me—they might call for backup or things might get heated. So instead, I stick my hands up and take a step back from Clock Dragon.

“All good here, boys. Just friends sorting out their differences. You know how it is.”

“Turn around and put your hands in the air,” that same voice repeats.

He sounds more menacing this time, like he’s about to whip out his gun even though it’s against protocol unless there’s an immediate threat, and it’s not like I have a knife against Clock Dragon’s throat. Or maybe they do know who I am, and they’ve been instructed to take me in dead or alive.

Drax leans into me. “Might wanna act fast. Guy on the left is reaching for his gun.”

“Guy on the right,” Ace says and Drax shoots him a death glare.

Well, it looks like busting upward and through the ceiling of this bank might be my one option. It’ll be much easier telling the Council of Elders that my actions directly resulted from wanting to deliver pertinent information relevant to this war than to tell them I needed to crush a few skulls in front of witnesses.

Sighing, I roll my head until my neck cracks, and Clock Dragon grimaces at the sound. “See you later,” I say, prepared to grab Drax and Ace around their torsos and shoot us all upward.

Although the plan sounds dangerous—I mean, it’s pretty reckless to smash through layers upon layers of concrete and brick—I have it all figured out. I’m agile, so midair, I’ll wrap my legs around Drax and Ace and use my fists to break apart an opening for us.

The last thing I want is for Drax’s head to get in the way. He may be fae, but his skull isn’t made of iron and he isn’t immortal. He wouldn’t come out of it alive.

Or, I could stop trying to be so badass and ask Ace to get us the fuck out of here.

Boring.

But it’s the smarter plan.

The second I lean into him, I hear a gun being cocked. “Get on the floor, now!”

I bite down hard, doing everything in my power to keep my wings and horns from coming out.

If this son of a bitch wants to threaten me at gunpoint, so help me God—

But then, something unexpected happens.

Everything goes quiet… so quiet that I think I’ve gone deaf. In front of me, Clock Dragon stares straight forward like he’s about to seize,