Banshee Charmer (Files from the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency, #1) by Tiffany Allee

Author:Tiffany Allee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, demon, incubus, succubus, banshee, killer, detective, stalker, crime, tiffany allee, files from the otherworlder enforcement agency, urban fantasy, chicago
Publisher: Banshee Charmer (From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency, #1) by Tiffany Allee
Published: 2011-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

After leaving Natalie’s, I drove around for a while, trying to focus my thoughts. Giving up on that, I stopped at Sylvester’s to make sure the incubus hadn’t been there. Kimmy looked at me like I was a nut, considering it was only six o’clock. I ordered a sandwich to go and headed home.

By the time I got there, I felt like I’d run a marathon. Spell casting required energy and since I had the strongest intent—an important thing in witchcraft—Natalie had used mine for the spell, intermingled with her own to direct the magic. I considered what fueled her side of the energy, and decided that anyone would have a good amount of motivation with the exorbitant fee she charged. I wondered if she’d have had the same intent on an hourly wage.

My keys clanked when I tossed them on the coffee table. Cold beer in hand, I sat down to consider my next move. I could go to the bar, in the hope that he’d show with a new date or come in seeking one, but that was a long shot. After taking a cop there the night she died, he would almost definitely avoid the place like the plague now. In fact, he’d probably head out of town, if he were at all smart.

The doorbell sounded, interrupting my thoughts. I checked the peephole, and then sighed and turned the deadbolt. I opened the door a crack to peer out at the man on my front step.

“What?”

“Wow, so welcoming. I’m amazed you don’t have men beating down your door with that attitude.”

I gritted my teeth and stepped away from the door. I walked back to the couch and plopped down. Aidan could come in or go straight to hell for all I cared at that moment. I took a long drink from my beer, nearly finishing it, and I heard the door click shut.

“You all right?” He sat down on the couch next to me, not touching, but oh, so close.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. What was wrong with me? My friend is dead for two days and I was ready to jump someone I barely knew?

“You don’t look fine.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a shitty week.”

He got up from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he carried two bottles of beer. Handing me one, he took a sip from the other.

I teetered between feeling annoyed at him for acting so comfortable in my house and happy he got me a fresh beer. The lure of the cold liquid proved too good to stay irritated, so I settled for a quiet seething while I nursed it.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.” I pressed the bottle against my head and wished I could have a redo of the last few days. “Like I told you on the phone, I got the incubus’s description from Kimmy. He took the first local victim—Claire Simons—to Sylvester’s, too. Not sure about the second one.”

Aidan didn’t say anything; he just watched me with his dark eyes and sipped his beer.

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