Free Zoey Rogue by Lizzy Ford Page A

she was there with a different challenge: spying on her best friend. Vikki moved away from the table. Zoey sensed the magic her best friend gave off and projected the sex energy in her own body. They wove through the dance floor and sidled up to the two Cambions, whose interest in the girls around them shifted once they were ensnared by the magic.
    Zoey took the bigger of the two, as usual. Vikki had a thing for slender men, while Zoey just wanted a real challenge. The Cambion lost no time in wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his body. His magic mixed with hers, enhancing her senses even more. Unlike humans, she wouldn’t succumb to him, but she was able to combine his magic with hers to use it against him.
    “Drinks?” his friend asked.
    “I’d love one,” Vikki said breathlessly. She winked at Zoey.
    They were good at playing the part, until it was time to kill someone. The four of them went to the bar. Zoey smiled in encouragement as the Cambion pressed her between him and the bar. Accustomed to his magic doing all the work, he said nothing and did nothing but shove his tongue in her mouth.
    Zoey wished again she was drunk. She bore through it, wondering how he’d been a Cambion for so long without learning how to kiss a girl. Were they all like this, and she usually too drunk to notice? He was better with his hands, feeling her up with some sense. At least he knew where to touch. His magic fed hers despite her revulsion, and she found herself enjoying it too much. She and Eric had sex, but their connection was physical. She often wondered what it was like to have sex with a partner who had magic.
    “Wanna go somewhere?” she asked, breaking away from him.
    “Yeah.” His voice was low. He grabbed her hand and all but yanked her away.
    She twisted and rolled her eyes at Vikki then made the sign for call me. Vikki grinned.
    In the unromantic way of a half-Incubus, he took her into the alley beside the club. Zoey knew it well; it was the normal place where the meatheads took her. The alley ran from the side street on which the club was located to the main, four lane road through town. She glanced towards the end of the alley. She’d cased the place enough that she knew the escape routes by heart. If she got in trouble, she could run and catch a cab.
    Not that one little Cambion was an issue.
    He whirled her and pressed her into the wall with the same roughness that almost made her wish she was able to fall under his thrall. As it was, making out with him was providing her some release, until he started to cross the line where she drew as the limit to how far she’d go. She wasn’t about to cheat on Eric with a psycho like this. The Cambion hiked up her dress to her hips. Kissing him, Zoey reached down to grip a knife then took his cheeks in her hands and pushed him back.
    “Ready?” she asked.
    “Are you?” he returned with the arrogant smile that assured her he had no clue.
    She slid the paper thin, razor sharp knife across his throat then shoved him. He stumbled back, clutching at his neck. Blood spurted from the wound, and the light faded from his eyes as he dropped. Zoey watched. When certain he was dead, she straightened and replaced her knife.
    “One less Cambion on the streets,” she murmured, satisfied. She walked down the alley and returned to the club.
    Vikki was alone at the bar. Zoey crossed to her.
    “What took so long?” Vikki teased. “Enjoying yourself?”
    “Can’t remember the last time I did this semi-sober. Takes some getting used to,” Zoey replied.
    “Here, take mine. I ordered another,” Vikki said, sliding her drink over.
    Zoey grabbed it and sipped. It tasted bitter. She had no idea what it was, but Vikki’s taste in men and drinks was different.
    “So what happens if you can’t fix things with Eric?” Vikki asked.
    “Oh, god, I wanted to forget that,” Zoey said with a sigh. “I’m sure I can make things right. I just need to tell him I want to wait.