The wolf could have been enough if you’d just killed it.

  I ignored the inner comment and turned to Neva. “Perfect. Let me shower and we’ll be on our way.” Then, I sauntered to my bathroom, but Neva cleared her throat. “Yes?” I said without turning around.

  “Don’t you want to know what they want with the vampire and who he is?”

  Slowly, I swiveled my head back toward her. “I assume they want him dead, and does it really matter who he is? I’ve done business with Beatrix before. She knows my conditions. I doubt she’d risk my wrath by requesting me to harm someone who didn’t deserve it.” Plus, the bloodsuckers were my least favorite of all the supernaturals. I was going to enjoy torturing this one.

  Her fingers twisted together with obvious nerves. “Well, he’s an older vampire, and Beatrix doesn’t want him dead. She merely wants him as a prisoner to the coven.”

  My brow arched. Maybe I was interested. “To do what with?”

  “They didn’t say.”

  Hmm. While I enjoyed a good kill and could really use it to calm my inner being, the challenge of capturing might not be too bad as long as he was strong.

  I was also interested in why an all-female coven wanted a male vampire as their prisoner. I could certainly imagine the things they had planned for him.

  “Very well. It doesn’t change anything. Now, I really need to shower.” My nose turned up. “Remind me to just go to the rooftop next time I want some air.”

  “Yes, Ms. Lucinda.” Neva disappeared, all too eager to give me my privacy while I got ready.

  A glance at the clock showed it was after midnight and the perfect time to go vampire hunting. They’d be out preying on the drunks leaving the clubs, and I could use their lust for blood against them. Even though bloodsuckers were lightning fast and nearly immortal, the fact that blood held so much power over them made the vampires one of our weaker species, in my opinion.

  I moved to get in the shower, but my reflection caught my attention first. My normally light azure eyes had a darker ring of black around them, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a wrinkle forming near the corner of my right eye.

  Earth was literally sucking the life out of me.

  As much as I didn’t want to ever step back onto Fae Islands, I was beginning to wonder if I wouldn’t have a choice at some point.

  Pushing the worry aside, I moved my long iridescent-indigo hair to the side and ran a brush through the thick strands as I searched for more changes. My lips were still full and nose straight. My skin held its unnatural glow that the humans rarely noticed. After being around them only a short time, I’d learned their weak minds were good at ignoring what they couldn’t handle.

  Lastly, I drew on my magic and focused on my favorite part of the day. Calling forth my power, I made sure my hair was out of the way and let my hold go. My signature teal magic trickled from my fingertips and worked its way up my arms, wrapping around my shoulders.

  My wings emerged with hardly any effort, and I sighed with relief as my true self came to life.

  Some fae had gossamer wings, and others had leathery ones, but feathered ones were rare. Mine were made from the strongest feathers known to any supernatural and sharp as the finest blades in existence when I wanted them to be.

  I’d only known a handful of other fae like me, but never actually met any of them in person. So, for me, my wings were one-of-a-kind. They began between my shoulder blades, pitch black in color, and as they extended out just beyond my outstretched fingertips, they changed to a charcoal hue, giving my wingspan an ombre effect.

  My teal magic reflected off the hard edges of my pointed tips, and I let my undamaged robe fall to the ground. The feathers were magically capable of sliding through whatever material might be in their way to freedom.

  Pulling my wings closer, they wrapped around my torso, holding me tight and providing me with a sense of security I couldn’t get from anywhere else.

  I closed my eyes, soaking in the power for several minutes before drawing it back in. When I was done, I gave myself one more cursory glance and noticed the wrinkle I’d seen before was gone. My lips lifted and I turned for the shower, forgetting about my earlier worries.

  It was time to hunt a vampire.

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