Chapter 29: Incubus Don't Exist

Renee

Sure, Damon was sexy and brimming with confidence, but an incubus? No way. Those creatures were myth, legends. The woman was insane.

Across the desk, Cynthia said, "Show her."

When Damon didn't budge or say anything, she cocked the gun and pointed it at Renee. Terror froze in her veins.

"Don't make me ask again." Cynthia's words dipped in syrup and poison.

Damon frowned, but nodded and righted Renee's chair. Then he held out his hand toward her. "Trust me, it'll be okay."

"What…?" Before she finished her thought, a glimmer illuminated his skin.

Her cheeks heated. Both of them watched her, Cynthia with a leer and Damon with an apologetic look on his face.

Nausea rolled through her stomach. God. What was that? Shit! This was real? "So, what are," she waved a hand out, "you?"

"An incubus."