Witch Infernal (Infernal Hunt Book 3) by Holly Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

hopeless look . I was left with no choice but to let it go, for the moment at least.  
    Lysander wrapped his arm around my waist, cleared his throat, and said, "What do you know of the bond between hellhound and... mistress?"
    Kadrix looked between us, his lips pursed, before he took a step closer and said, "I've done quite a lot of reading, why? Is this where you ask me to witness your consummation?"
    My cheeks flushed bright red; Lysander and Quin both laughed.  
    "Kadrix!" I managed to squeak.
    He looked at me with a mix of boredom and amusement. “Yes?"
    Lysander choked down the rest of his laughter and said, "Evelyn has been experiencing hellfire."
    The elf's head tilted to one side, his eyes lit up. He reached out to touch me . I stepped back.  
    "No, do not look at me like some specimen."
    He pouted and huffed before he waved his hand. "Fine. My reading suggests that it's not unusual. Your hound will walk you through it."
    With that , he turned his attentions to Quin, and they began talking about alchemical things. We had clearly been dismissed. I glared daggers at the elf's back but turned and left the workshop. After all of that , we had nothing other than the fact that Kadrix was clearly hiding something, and that was hardly news.  
    We blinked in the bright sunlight; I cursed the sun for hanging so low in the sky. Something small and red fled past me before it disappeared down the short alleyway. I glanced at Lysander , wondering if I was imagining things, but he was tense and focused intensely on the alleyway.  
    "Did you...?"
    He gave a short nod. We jogged down the alleyway, built into the old buildings as a short passageway through to the next street over. The city was riddled with them. The narrow road on the other side looked much like all the others in Malastrana, heading up towards the embassies alongside the pastel coloured facades and over-priced trinket shops. We stood and looked around for the potential small creature, but nothing caught our eye. I frowned. Perhaps it had been a small child playing a game.  
    Matyas jogged up the street , panting. He stopped in front of us .  
    "Have you seen a pair of imps?"
    I looked to Lysander , who paled. Imps meant the Sidhe were correct in thinking there were problems with the boundary to the infernal realm. I squeezed my eyes shut and asked the moon goddess for patience.  
    "Perhaps, we saw something run through here."
    Matyas sighed and leaned back against the dark-green lamp post while he caught his breath. "I've been chasing them around the city for the last two hours."
    "Had you thought about catching them?" Lysander said with a smile.
    Matyas glared at him and turned his focus back to me. "They're making trouble, little things. They stole one woman's coffee, tripped up a businessman. Imp things."
    I looked up and down the road once more , wondering how on Earth we were supposed to find them.  
    "Tell me you have some alchemy or something to find them... You don't expect us to wander around listening for screams and giggling do you?" I said.
    The hunter held his palm out with a small compass on it, a delicate affair, made from bronze with elegant swirling designs around the edges.  
    "This points to infernal things."
    He looked pointedly at Lysander.  
    "He's with me , " I said coldly.  
    His head drooped. Lysander held out his hand to take the compass. Matyas looked between us; I took the compass and handed it to Lysander. He turned it over in his hand a few time before he shifted a single sharp claw. His face creased in concentration as he slowly altered a symbol on the back of the compass with small, slow, movements of his claw. Seemingly satisfied , he dropped it back in Matyas' palm.  
    "Now it won't point to hounds."
    The arrow spun wildly for a few seconds before it pointed straight up the road, away from Lysander.  
    "Thank you, hound , " Matyas said.
    Lysander gave a small nod and pointed up the road. "Let us catch these imps."
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