Touch of the Angel (Demons of Infernum, #3) by Rosalie Lario Read Free Book Online

body and into the astral realm.
    Asmodeus joined him soon after, his figure forming out of his essence. He refused to meet Belpheg’s gaze. “Yes, Belpheg?”
    “The bounty hunters. Why haven’t you absorbed their energy yet?”
    Asmodeus rubbed his neck. “They’re proving difficult to trap. My succubi can’t even get close enough to lure them. In fact, only one of them ever seeks women out, and he appears to be wary of women whose genetic makeup cannot be easily determined. Perhaps as a result of what happened to his brother.”
    Belpheg gritted his teeth. “Time is running out.”
    Something flickered in Asmodeus’s eyes. He cocked his head. “I don’t understand. What’s so important about these brothers? Why the equinox?”
    Fury boiled Belpheg’s blood and a clap of thunder sounded, a response that echoed his emotions. “Your job isn’t to question, but to act. I’ve been very kind to you. Did you forget what you were before I met you? A paranoid wreck, so mentally damaged you lived in fear of your own shadow. Do you want to become that again?”
    Asmodeus bristled, but when he spoke all he said was, “I’m working on getting them. In the meantime, I’ve discovered another potential source. He’s a dark elf. Strong, cunning. He—”
    “I don’t care!”
    A bolt of lightning zigzagged through the sky, and Asmodeus tensed. “I’ll get them.”
    “Make sure that you do. Your time is running out.”

Chapter Three

    It was a nice night for a new assignment. Then again, Ronin was ecstatic that they finally had a gig to work. A job means we all get to stay here, at least a little while longer. And the fact that it was a big baddie they were after? Bonus. Always felt good to take down a real creep.
    Once they’d arrived at Keegan’s apartment, he headed straight into his office to call the Council liaison. The liaisons were higher-level employees who acted as middlemen between the Council and its lower-level workers—in other words, people like Keegan, Ronin, and all the other lowly bounty hunters.
    Hey, at least the pay was good. Money meant nothing to the Council.
    About twenty minutes later, Keegan strolled back into the living room, where they all waited for him. Brynn, Taeg, and Maya reclined on the leather sectional, and Brynn kept shifting in place, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt her back.
    Taeg affectionately nuzzled Maya’s neck. “What did you find out, bro?”
    “Our mark’s name is Asmodeus. An incubus.” Keegan headed to the bar, where he snagged five glasses and poured everyone but Brynn whiskey. As he passed out the glasses, he said, “The Council has suspected for some time that he’s been conducting illegal activity on Earth, but they now have proof that he employs a small group of succubi to murder Otherworlders on his behalf.”
    Ronin took a big gulp from his glass. “Serial murder by succubus? That’s odd.”
    Keegan arched a brow. “The oddest thing is that he seems to have some sort of agenda. From the intel they’ve been able to gather, he carefully screens and chooses his victims.”
    Dagan pushed away from the wall and took his drink. “What the hell? Why would he do that?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Maya let out a hacking cough. Coloring, she lowered her glass and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand “Sorry. Still haven’t gotten used to shooting whiskey straight.”
    Taeg rubbed her back. “You’d better get used to it, sweetheart. If you want to be part of the team, you have to hang like the boys.”
    Ronin stifled a chuckle when she threw him a dirty glance. Taeg’s teasing aside, they’d found Maya to be a valuable asset over the past several months. Her ability to see through glamours often came in handy, and the woman had trained to fight better than most demons.
    Brynn shifted her position again. “At least you’re able to drink.”
    Ronin nudged them back to the topic at hand. “What would be the purpose of singling out