Lost Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 4)

“I don’t give a damn what you are. I’m sure you have your reasons for not telling us sooner. Right now, I’m just glad you’re here.”

It’s a small bit of relief that I’ll at least have one person on my side... Unless he figures out how dangerous it is for me to tap into thi

s primal, feral, somewhat unstable power.

Even more so when he learns I can’t just shut it off.

I cut the car, turning down a crowded street. The cars in front of us jerk to the side, racing away from what they think is a fire happening down the center of the road. I smirk, discovering my Lokie and jinn power can also work while I’m tapped into this power.

I’ve never gotten to fully unleash myself... Never been confident enough to try. But now... Now we have the Master to face, and there’s only one way I can truly contribute.

It’s time to stop holding back.

“I don’t even want to know why everyone is racing to get out of our way,” Leah says under her breath. “I’m guessing that’s not a fairy power.”

“Duster,” I correct her, smirking still as I cut down another road, even though she knows I have red jinn. “No man likes to be called a fairy.”

We’re driving through the desert before she can respond to that, and I slam on the brakes, skidding to a halt behind an old jeep that is parked next to an abandoned gas station.

Shit.

“That’s the jeep that took her,” I tell Zee as I get out.

But that’s not what has me clenching the wheel tighter. It’s the girl who is stepping out of the jeep that has me completely baffled.

Kya’s eyes meet mine, and her lips thin as she stares into my eyes.

“Kya?” Leah asks, hurriedly getting out as Zee stays behind with me.

Kya’s eyes jerk away from mine, and she gazes at Leah as she closes the distance between them.

“The hell?” Zee growls. “She did this?”

I grab his arm. “No,” I say, taking another breath. “I’m not sure why she’s here.”

Getting out, I study her as she leans down and tests the sand between her fingers.

Kya’s eyes meet mine again as she straightens. “Does this name ring any bells?” she asks, motioning to the word written in the sand.

SILAN

Zee’s breath is sharp and telling, and I cut my gaze to him as he pales.

“Yes,” Zee says as he exhales harshly. “He was sired by the same woman as I was. And he saved me.”

Kya dusts her hands off. “Then what did you do to piss him off?”

Before Zee can answer, I’m moving toward her. “How the hell did you find us?”

She cowers just slightly before narrowing her eyes. “I’m good at tracking and have an automated system that can find anything I ask it to. I took a plane instead of driving. This jeep was registered to a girl named Zoey. She went missing five years ago, and her boyfriend—Silan—was questioned but dismissed as a suspect because the parents said he had glowing blue eyes when he showed up to take her. He had green eyes when the police questioned him. I pulled up footage from the traffic lights outside the building where the missing little girl lived, and spotted this jeep, amongst others, within the getaway timeframe narrowed down by the police. I figured he was smart enough to wipe surveillance cameras in the building, but not smart enough to think of the traffic cams. The footage led me here, to where they abandoned their getaway ride and left you a message.”

She’s been integrated into society for less than a few months, and already she’s more up-to-date on the technological advances than I am.

“I think he obviously wanted you to find this jeep... Or someone to find it. I just don’t think he thought it would happen this soon,” she goes on.

I follow her to the jeep, and my fists clench as Zee curses and snatches a note that is taped to the window.

Zee,