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

slipped around a slow-moving tour group with a bored - looking tour guide holding her stick with a bright yellow ribbon up high. She droned on , clearly going through the familiar script that she spoke every day. The tourists pointed at varying buildings and details with giddy smiles. It must have been quite an experience to explore new cities and cultures; I wondered if I'd ever get the chance. The road split in two, and the compass wavered from left to right , refusing to settle. We soon saw why; the imps were prancing across the roof of the café in front of us. I sighed and wondered why creatures couldn't have the decency to make things easy.  
    By some stroke of luck , no one seemed to notice them, until they jumped down onto the ground in front of a small cluster of tourists. They looked down at the little red-skinned creatures with their stunted horns and devilish grins. I had to respect them, they remained rooted as we ran up to them; no one screamed. A man looked between us and excitedly said something about it being a street performance. I flashed them a grin and ran with it. If it kept them calm, then they could believe they pleased. Lysander and I worked as a seamless team . He split right , lowering his body and stalking around the back of the tourists; I moved straight ahead while Matyas paused. I gestured wildly for him to get behind the imps, who were dancing a merry little jig for the tourists.  
    They stopped dead and gave us cold glares when we closed in on them. I grinned at them and held my arms out wide . They hadn't noticed Lysander coming up behind them.  
    "Here little impy, impy , " I sang.
    They tilted their heads and gawped at me in confusion. They weren't the most intelligent creatures. Lysander swooped down and grabbed one by the back of its neck. It let out an awful screeching sound that one tourist echoed. Its friend tried to run between Matyas and I; we both dove on it. We clashed heads , but caught the little shit. They squirmed and screeched as we carried them away somewhere quiet.  
    The tourists whooped and clapped; I had no idea what they thought they'd just seen, but they were calm , and that was what mattered. The little foot - tall creature flailed and struggled against me every inch of the way. Lysander held his up to eye level and glared at it; it shrank back from his gaze . Apparently he still had some sway. I grew tired of mine constantly struggling against me and handed it to Matyas to deal with. Once we were safely hidden behind a building , away from prying eyes , we slit their throats. Their bodies disintegrated into nothing more than red powder.  
    Matyas gave me an apologetic smile. "Thank you. Both."
    "I trust you've been well?" I asked.  
    Quin had been telling me I needed to maintain more connections; it seemed like a reasonable time.  
    Matyas shrugged. "It's been quiet . Dimitri left the city, he couldn't do it anymore. I work alone for now."
    I held out my hand. “If you need help again, you have my number."
    He grinned. "Thank you , Evelyn."
    My good deed for the day had been done.  

Fourteen

    I peered around the door to Elise's church , hoping that she wouldn't be busy that time. She practically bounded towards me; I stepped into the room and pulled her into a deep hug. A grin was plastered to her face .  
    "Oh, Evie, it's so good to see you."
    She pulled back and pulled Lysander into a hug. "And you , Lysander, mustn't leave you out."
    The hint of a blush crept across his cheekbones; he stood a little taller and acted as though it never happened. She took my hand and led me into her little living room. I soon had a cup of white tea in my hand with Lysander sitting on the floor, his shoulder resting against my hip.  
    "How have you two been?"
    I took a deep breath and started with the imps. Elise narrowed her eyes at me; Lysander looked down and away. I stroked his hair, running my fingers down the back of his neck.  
    "Azfin spoke to us, he bitched about