Succubus Ascendant: An Urban Fantasy (The Telepathic Clans Saga Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

What are you doing in Monaco?” Brenna asked.
    “I’m on holiday. Just spending a bit of time at the casinos refilling the coffers and having a good time.”
    “So, you don’t have any pressing engagements? Are you here with anyone?”
    “I’m alone and I don’t have a date tonight. Brenna, what the bloody hell is this about?”
    “The world, my world, is going to hell in a hand basket. I need your help, and I need it now. Corwin is dying. I need you to come to O’Neill with me. I need more than Rebecca to keep me alive.”
    “Well, if that’s all. Give me a moment to change.”
    “No, we don’t have time for that, and that dress is perfect. You can change later. Rebecca, help her pack a bag.”
    Rhiannon frowned. “Perfect for what?”
    Brenna turned away, not answering, and sent a spear thought to Jeremy, her transition manager in County Tyrone at the O’Neill estate. In less than ten minutes, Brenna took the other two women by their arms and teleported to O’Neill.
    They appeared back in reality in an empty room. Looking around, they saw Jeremy and his wife Maggie standing in the doorway.
    “Just leave your bag here,” Jeremy said. “I’ll take you to Corwin.”
    *Do you ever get used to that?* Rhiannon sent to Rebecca. *I’m completely disoriented.*
    *It makes my stomach all flip-floppy,* Rebecca replied. *But the disorientation isn’t from the teleportation. It comes from being in close proximity to Brenna.*
    *Do you know what I’m doing here?* Rhiannon asked. * I mean the real reason.*
    *No, I don’t. She’s like you. She just does things. When she gets going, she’s moving too fast in her head to explain anything, and no one has a chance to catch up until the roller coaster comes to a stop.*
    Jeremy led them down a hall and through the main parlor of the O’Neill manor house. Halfway through the room, Brenna stopped and gestured to a painting hanging over the massive fireplace. They all looked up, and Rhiannon gasped.
    “Delilah O’Neill. Mean as a junkyard dog, sweeter than sugar, prettier than a sunset,” Brenna said. “That’s what Seamus told me once about our great-grandmother.”
    The woman in the portrait was dressed in a nineteenth century evening dress, black with red trim. Her copper-colored hair was in an elaborate up-do, and her face was a mirror image of Rhiannon’s.
    “Holy Goddess,” Rhiannon breathed.
    “We were told the picture was painted around 1830,” Rebecca said. “You haven’t been time traveling, have you?”
    “It seems to run in the family,” Jeremy said. “Brenna and her mother are carbon copies. I guess the Goddess likes to reuse the most beautiful faces.”
    Brenna reached out and took Rhiannon’s arm. “Come on. We have an appointment, and we can’t afford to be late.”
    “Where are we going?” Rhiannon asked. She looked around and found that they were completely ringed with O’Donnell Protectors.
    “To meet your grandfather,” Brenna said.
    Rhiannon stopped so suddenly that Brenna was almost jerked off her feet.
    “No,” Rhiannon said, shaking her head. “Just because he’s dying doesn’t mean I want to meet the old bastard.”
    “I don’t have time for this,” Brenna growled.
    Rhiannon drifted off the floor and Brenna pulled her along. Rhiannon tried to fight, but discovered that Brenna had covered her with an O’Neill super mental shield so strong and tight that she couldn’t access her Gifts. Rhiannon was one of the strongest telepaths in the world, fully mature and at the height of her power, but Brenna had overwhelmed her as though she was a little girl. For one of the few times in her life, Rhiannon experienced fear of another telepath.
    “Brenna, what are you doing?” Rebecca asked, clearly alarmed. “That’s not right. You can’t just bully someone like that!”
    “Don’t fuck with me,” Brenna responded. “He’s dying. I can feel him. We don’t have much time.”
    Brenna broke into a trot, hauling a terrified