Succubus Ascendant: An Urban Fantasy (The Telepathic Clans Saga Book 4) by Kingsolver BR

Author:Kingsolver, BR [Kingsolver, BR]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: BR Kingsolver
Published: 2014-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

Trust everybody, but cut the cards. - Finley Peter Dunne

The blackness gradually faded and Irina groggily fought to open her eyes. She felt terrible. Her eyes seemed crusted together, her mouth felt as though she’d swallowed a desert, and her stomach was churning. To top it all off, she couldn’t move. Trying to lift her hand, she discovered it was tied to something. Her chin rested against her chest, and it took all her strength to lift her head.

Movement in front of her drew her attention, but she couldn’t seem to bring whatever it was into focus. Her head felt as though it was filled with cotton.

“Irina Gorbacheva,” a woman’s voice said in Russian.

“Huh?” Irina’s voice came out as a rough croak.

“Give her some water,” the woman said.

Someone pulled her head up by grabbing her hair. The spout of a bottle was forced between her lips and water flooded her mouth. It tasted so good, but then she choked, coughing the liquid over the front of her dress.

“Idiot. Don’t drown her. Just a little water. Let her swallow it. Fool,” the woman said.

When Irina finished coughing, the bottle was pressed against her lips again, but only a trickle of water poured into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it.

“Irina Gorbacheva,” the woman said again. “I need you to say hello to your grandfather.”

Irina managed to bring the woman speaking into focus. Very tall and thin, large breasted with auburn hair, she could have been someone they had passed on the street, but Irina didn’t recognize her.

“My name is Larisa Orlova,” Irina managed to whisper. “I don’t know who this Irina person is.”

The woman shot a glance at someone outside of Irina’s line of sight. After a moment, she returned her attention to Irina.

“We know who you are. And if you are not Irina Gorbacheva, succubus and granddaughter of Sergei Gorbachev, then we have no reason to keep you alive. Do you understand?”

Irina attempted to touch the place in her mind where her Neural Disruption Gift was triggered. To her dismay, the drugs prevented her from touching any of her Gifts. Drawing a ragged breath, she tried to think, to concentrate on her situation. Her mind was so foggy. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep.

A small microphone was shoved in her face. Looking up, she saw a man aiming a camera at her.

“Say hello to your grandfather,” the woman said.

“I’m going to kill you,” Irina said.

“Is that really what you want to say to him?” the woman chuckled. “I think your threats are rather empty. We are in control here, not you.”

“I’m going to kill you, too,” Irina mumbled.

The expression on the woman’s face changed from amusement to dismay. “Your message for your grandfather is that you’re going to kill him?”

Irina shook her head. “Don’t want to talk to him at all. Why would I warn him?”

Although Irina couldn’t trigger her Gifts, Empathy didn’t need a trigger. The emotional feel of the room changed. The woman’s body language changed from arrogant to nervous and unsure.

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