Immortal Craving: Immortal Heart Read Online Free PDF
Author: Magen McMinimy
had it under control, but Lucas got word of this kill and contacted Cree before I could contain it.”
“We pay you to contain these issues from the humans, not from us.” Uriah had lost his bright and cheery tone for a more disappointed and reprimanding one.
“I had my reasons,” Trevan stated simply.
“Well, I suggest you start talking. It’s share time, big man.” Kale crossed his arms and waited expectantly.
Trevan eyes shifted between the three men staring him down, before a long suffering sigh escaped his parted lips.
“My sister is a Succubus, our father’s an Incubus , and my mother’s a Siren. We aligned ourselves with the light, but Jaylyn had trouble controlling her Succubus side and went to the Dark for help. Darion seems to have a thing for Succubi ; we haven’t seen or heard from Jaylyn since.”
“What does that have to do with these kills? Do you suspect your sister is the Succubus in question?”
Trevan shifted his weight back and forth between his feet.
It was a twitchy move that didn’t settle well with Kale.
“Trevan, I suggest you come clean and do it quickly. I had a long night and I am lacking in the patience department,” Kale told the shifty Siren.
“It’s not Jaylyn; I would know her magic. I have been in contact with a Succubus who’s been helping me to track this killer though.”
“It feels like there is a lot more to this story that you’re not telling us,” Uriah noted, his gray eyes boring into Trevan.
Trevan eyes shifted, but he showed no sign of giving them anymore answers.
Uriah shook his head. “Time to go see Rowan then.”
Trevan dropped his head; the last thing he wanted was to explain this to his leader. “No.”
“You’re not giving us much of a choice here, Trevan. Your job is to keep our existence from the Human World, not to hide Fae kills from us. So we’ll head back to Hawk’s Eye and on the ride over you can decide if you want to fill us in or if you need Rowan here as incentive. Either way you look at it, you will be explaining,” Kale said as he ushered Trevan from the Morgue.
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“I kept you waiting.” Izzy gave her most apologetic smile as she rushed to meet the member of the Immortal Four , who was giving her a future with Bain. “I’m sorry.”
Makyle stood stiff and stoic as he always did; Izzy still hadn’t been able to get a true read on him. Makyle was an enigma. He was an Underworld ruler with a dry sense of humor, who often spoke in riddles, but seemed to have a soft spot for her. He was more than just her link to immortality—he was something of a teacher and he often looked upon her as a child. At times, Izzy was irritated by that last part, but she never questioned Makyle’s motives.
Makyle smirked. His dark features lightening with the twitch of his full lips. “Somehow, Isabelle, I’ve gotten used to waiting on you. I’d ask what kept you, but we both know the answer would be the same as always... Bain.”
Izzy bit her bottom lip and smiled. What could she say? The man was right.
“Sorry,” she said and breezed past him into Rowan’s study.
They had been using Rowan’s study for Izzy’s feeding. There was a certain amount of intimacy in the feedings, enough so that she never wanted to be in a space that was meant for her and Bain.
Izzy had questioned Bain after her first feeding; not liking the thought that it was the same for him when he feed from Meriah. However, Bain explained that after five hundred years of feeding from the Immortal Three it was no more than second nature and strictly about the transfer of power.
Izzy had been embarrassed by the need the feedings lit in her, and while Bain wasn’t very happy about the feelings Makyle’s blood caused in her, he was always ready to remind her why she was doing this and who she truly needed. For the first month and a half, Bain had been right there for each of her feedings. As soon as Izzy’s lips left Makyle’s skin, Bain had
“We pay you to contain these issues from the humans, not from us.” Uriah had lost his bright and cheery tone for a more disappointed and reprimanding one.
“I had my reasons,” Trevan stated simply.
“Well, I suggest you start talking. It’s share time, big man.” Kale crossed his arms and waited expectantly.
Trevan eyes shifted between the three men staring him down, before a long suffering sigh escaped his parted lips.
“My sister is a Succubus, our father’s an Incubus , and my mother’s a Siren. We aligned ourselves with the light, but Jaylyn had trouble controlling her Succubus side and went to the Dark for help. Darion seems to have a thing for Succubi ; we haven’t seen or heard from Jaylyn since.”
“What does that have to do with these kills? Do you suspect your sister is the Succubus in question?”
Trevan shifted his weight back and forth between his feet.
It was a twitchy move that didn’t settle well with Kale.
“Trevan, I suggest you come clean and do it quickly. I had a long night and I am lacking in the patience department,” Kale told the shifty Siren.
“It’s not Jaylyn; I would know her magic. I have been in contact with a Succubus who’s been helping me to track this killer though.”
“It feels like there is a lot more to this story that you’re not telling us,” Uriah noted, his gray eyes boring into Trevan.
Trevan eyes shifted, but he showed no sign of giving them anymore answers.
Uriah shook his head. “Time to go see Rowan then.”
Trevan dropped his head; the last thing he wanted was to explain this to his leader. “No.”
“You’re not giving us much of a choice here, Trevan. Your job is to keep our existence from the Human World, not to hide Fae kills from us. So we’ll head back to Hawk’s Eye and on the ride over you can decide if you want to fill us in or if you need Rowan here as incentive. Either way you look at it, you will be explaining,” Kale said as he ushered Trevan from the Morgue.
****
“I kept you waiting.” Izzy gave her most apologetic smile as she rushed to meet the member of the Immortal Four , who was giving her a future with Bain. “I’m sorry.”
Makyle stood stiff and stoic as he always did; Izzy still hadn’t been able to get a true read on him. Makyle was an enigma. He was an Underworld ruler with a dry sense of humor, who often spoke in riddles, but seemed to have a soft spot for her. He was more than just her link to immortality—he was something of a teacher and he often looked upon her as a child. At times, Izzy was irritated by that last part, but she never questioned Makyle’s motives.
Makyle smirked. His dark features lightening with the twitch of his full lips. “Somehow, Isabelle, I’ve gotten used to waiting on you. I’d ask what kept you, but we both know the answer would be the same as always... Bain.”
Izzy bit her bottom lip and smiled. What could she say? The man was right.
“Sorry,” she said and breezed past him into Rowan’s study.
They had been using Rowan’s study for Izzy’s feeding. There was a certain amount of intimacy in the feedings, enough so that she never wanted to be in a space that was meant for her and Bain.
Izzy had questioned Bain after her first feeding; not liking the thought that it was the same for him when he feed from Meriah. However, Bain explained that after five hundred years of feeding from the Immortal Three it was no more than second nature and strictly about the transfer of power.
Izzy had been embarrassed by the need the feedings lit in her, and while Bain wasn’t very happy about the feelings Makyle’s blood caused in her, he was always ready to remind her why she was doing this and who she truly needed. For the first month and a half, Bain had been right there for each of her feedings. As soon as Izzy’s lips left Makyle’s skin, Bain had