bounties on their heads.”
“I’d like to think Hunters like Zoey have the right genetic tweaks,” Olivia said. “She can track and feed off the sex energy of Cambions, Incubuses and Succubae. Instead of storing it, as your kind does, she uses it as a weapon.”
“Intriguing.”
“Unfortunately, Hunters are difficult to stabilize. The life expectancy for a Hunter is barely above twenty,” the Succubus continued.
“If I don’t kill them,” he added.
“Paul, even you can’t keep up with Zoey.” The haughty note in her voice made him frown.
“Maybe not, but you need my help to make them more effective,” he pointed out. “I’m aware of your massive recruitment efforts, just like I know you’re losing more than you’re recruiting. You don’t stand a chance against the Incubatti Enforcers, without greater numbers.”
“We chose to weaponize them, but it came with an unexpected price,” the Succubus admitted. “The girls short out much younger than before and we permanently remove them from the line of duty.”
Paul crossed his arms, his gaze lingering on the silent assassin. The Halfling was like a zombie; still, silent, staring. Whatever Olivia’s scientists did to the sex energy, it seemed to work. Stuck in close proximity between a Succubus trying to manipulate him and a Hunter with no control over the magic flowing off her, he was finding it very hard to think straight.
“Now that you see what we can do when we combine my Hunters and the sex energy your kind steals, I think it’s time to pay up,” She gracefully held out a hand with maroon nails, whose hue resembled that of blood in the dim light of the alley.
The Cambion paused in his visual inspection of the assassin. Creating super-human Hunters was a good idea. In theory. He knew better than to trust the woman before him. He came armed with only three vials of the stuff she wanted, knowing she was able to overpower him in the way of a Succubus.
“We do have a deal,” he said thoughtfully. “I want to add to it.” As he spoke, he withdrew the vials of concentrated sex energy and placed them in her outstretched palm. “I want to take her home with me.”
The Succubus considered him for a full minute.
“When this is over, you can have her,” she said at last. “Not tonight. I can’t have anything going wrong.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re having cold feet.” Did he sense unease in the Succubus?
“Why settle for a Halfling when you can have a full-blooded Succubus?” she purred. A flare of sex energy filled the air around him.
Bred to collect the energy, the Cambion’s eyes lit up. He moved towards her, unable to control his response to the magic consuming his senses. The Succubus laughed softly and motioned him closer.
“Zoey,” she said to the assassin. “Go home.”
The assassin turned away and strode onto the street once more. Unaffected by the cold drizzle, she walked the five miles back home alone.
Chapter Three: Zoey Troubled
“Zoey! Where were you last night?”
Zoey closed her locker enough to see the approach of her best friend, Vikki. Vikki’s arms and upper body were covered in colorful tattoos, one for every ten Cambions she killed over the past four years. A particularly brutal sparring match left Zoey’s headache worse than when she woke this morning. She had no patience for anything Sucubatti-related.
“I don’t know what happened last night,” Zoey said. Not for the first time today, she puzzled over the missing memory. “I woke up this morning on the Professor’s porch swing. He told me I drank too much again, and I just went with it. Thank god he called Eric.”
“Eric?” the young woman with Vikki asked. “You’re not … you know. Dating an Incubus, are you?” Her eyes widened. Zoey thought she heard earlier that the new girl’s name was Lydia.
“Worse. Zoey’s dating a human.” Vikki grinned.
“Damn right I am,” Zoey said firmly. “You got any