Ancient Enemy - Katie Reus Page 0,2

Turns out she’s a goddamn phoenix.”

“Oh hell.” She was Star. Famous singer who’d taken the world by storm not long after he’d woken from his Hibernation. Holy. Shit. No wonder she looked familiar. He’d seen her face online, seen her on television advertising random things and in magazines. “Look, thank you for meeting with me.” He needed to go though. That familiar hum in his blood was pushing him west. Even if the witch wasn’t in New Orleans, he needed to head in that direction.

The male simply lifted a shoulder and put the last of the bottles away. “I’m gonna put out some feelers for this Catta, but I need to know how old she is. You can give me a description, but if she killed a dragon for immortality, then she’s powerful. She’s probably changed her appearance who knows how many times. Hell, she might even have a glamour spell in place.”

He nodded because he already knew that. “I know what she smells like. No matter what magic she uses, she can’t hide that.”

The half-demon shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Don’t underestimate your opponent.”

He didn’t need advice, but he nodded anyway. “Fair enough.”

“How long have you been hunting her?”

“A long time…thousands of years.” Technically he’d been asleep for the last few thousands of years, but even in his sleep he’d never been able to fully rest, never been able to stop wishing for her death. He didn’t think Bo wanted the specifics, however.

Bo gave him a long, hard look. Then he nodded, as if coming to a decision. “I’m going to put you in contact with my sister. She can get you settled in New Orleans. Even if the witch you’re hunting isn’t there—and the chances are slim given how big the world is—there’s still a good chance of someone knowing where she’s located. Covens around the world are well connected. Too bad for you, they very rarely talk to outsiders. You’re going to need an in, and New Orleans is the place to start.”

“I’ve tried talking to witches,” he snarled, the tether on his rage pulling taut. “I haven’t been able to get a single witch to help me.”

The male snorted. “It’s no wonder. You carry your disdain for their kind around you like a cloak.”

“They’re witches,” he muttered.

The male’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah and I’m a half-demon. I’ve been judged for what I am most of my life simply because of the blood that runs through my veins.”

“I’m sorry. I just want to find my sister’s killer. She needs to pay for what she did.” It was the only way Rhys could get any peace. Even if he died, as long as he took Catta out, he didn’t care.

“Will you hurt any innocents in the process?”

“Never.” That was one line he wouldn’t cross. Because if he did, his sister would be ashamed. And he never wanted to hurt others the way his family had been.

“All right, then.” Bo pulled out his phone and his fingers flew across the screen. “I just texted you my sister’s information. You’re going to have to get the okay from King, the Alpha of that region, but you shouldn’t have a problem gaining entrance.”

He nodded because he understood what the guy meant. He was Alpha in nature but he wasn’t an Alpha. He wasn’t looking to take over territory. It was pretty damn hard to take care of anyone else when he could barely take care of himself. That driving need for revenge was the only thing he cared about. “Thank you for this. You have no reason to help me.” And Rhys was curious why the male was. “I owe you.”

The male just watched him for a moment. “I hope you find peace.”

He would only find peace when the female he was after was dead. When her body was completely incinerated to ash from dragon fire and scattered on the four winds.

Maybe then he could get some peace.

Once he was outside, Rhys pulled out his cell phone and called Cody as he strode across the empty gravel parking lot toward his SUV.

“Hey man, hold on.” There was a shuffling sound and then his brother said, “I’ll be back in a minute,” to someone. In the background Rhys heard laughter and music and then the ambient noise suddenly dimmed. “Is everything okay?” Cody asked.

“Yeah. Lachlan’s mated?” He wasn’t sure why he phrased it as a question.

There was a long beat of silence. “I’m guessing you saw the news.”

“I did. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“The