Succubus Heat (Georgina Kincaid #4)(124)

"Asshole!" I yelled after him, getting only a slammed door in response.

Fuming, I finished the necessary tidying and dropped into bed a half-hour later. Aubrey and Godiva followed me, lying side by side at the end of the bed. They were a contrast in colors, like some piece of modern art. Aubrey was white with black specks on her head; Godiva was a riot of orange, brown, and black patches. All three of us drifted off to sleep immediately.

Sometime later, I woke to the sound of singing … or, well, that was the closest I could come to describing it. It was the same thing I'd felt earlier, an alluring, haunting pull that spoke to every part of me. Warm and bright and beautiful. It was everywhere and everything, and I longed to have more of it, to walk toward the light that shone with indescribable colors. It felt so, so good, like something I could melt into, if only I could reach it. I had the impression of an entrance, a door I simply had to push open and step through and-

Rough hands gripped my shoulders and jerked me around. "Wake up!"

Like before, the sensory overload vanished. I was left alone in a quiet, empty world. No more siren song. Roman was standing in front of me, hands shaking me as his face stared down at me with worry. I looked around. We were in the kitchen. I had no memory of going there.

"How … what happened?" I stammered.

The face that had taunted me earlier was now filled with concern, something that troubled a small part of me. Why should someone who wanted to kill me be worried about me?

"You tell me," he said, releasing his grip.

I rubbed my eyes, willing myself to recall what had happened. "I … I don't know. I must have sleep-walked … ."

His face was still drawn and anxious. "No … there was something here … ."

I shook my head. "No, it was a dream. Or a hallucination. I had it happen earlier … I just drank too much." 

"Didn't you just hear me?" There it was again, fear for me underneath the anger. "There was something here, some … force. I felt it. It woke me up. Don't you remember anything at all?"

I stared off, trying to summon up the light and haunting melody. I couldn't. "It was … it was beautiful. I wanted … I wanted to go to it … to be part of it … ." There was a dreamy, wistful note in my voice.

Roman's expression grew dark. As a succubus, I was a lesser immortal, one who had once been human. Nephilim were technically greater immortals-those born, not made. As such, their powers and senses were greater than mine.

"Don't," he said. "You feel it again, you pull away. Don't let it draw you in. Under no circumstances should you go to it."

I looked back at him with a frown. "Why? Do you know what it is?"

"No," he said grimly. "And that's the problem."