Changing Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 2)

“Don’t play games, incubus. I’m not in a joking mood,” I growl. “Where the fuck is she?”

He chokes on the small spurts of air he gets when he tries to talk, and I back my arm off just enough to allow for speech.

“I don’t know. I just have Mom’s number,” he wheezes. “I sent a text to warn her, but I knew it was already too late. I just didn’t want you nut-fucks to mess up and kill my mother in the process.”

Roslyn’s eyes are still haunting me, and I barely rein in my temper enough to keep from accidentally killing Dice.

“You’re going to call your mother and find out where my girl is. Understand?”

He struggles to push me away, but my arm remains locked on his throat.

“Not until you swear you won’t hurt my mother or Sadie. You’re an ass, but you’re not a liar.”

“I’m not killing anyone or even trying to. Just tell me where the hell to find them.”

I release his throat, and he doubles over to clutch it just as Karma appears. She takes in the scene, and then she rushes over to Dice while glaring at me.

“What the hell is going on?”

Dice coughs before rising back up, still rubbing his sore neck. “Quick version?” he asks, even though it’s rhetorical. “They knocked me out to go after Sadie without Alyssa’s permission; they almost killed her; but she was rescued by her daughter—Roslyn.”

Karma’s eyes widen, and she looks around the room as though she’s expecting someone to tell her Dice is full of shit. No one says a word, but my fists tighten audibly.

“Now Thad wants to find Roslyn so she can beat the hell out of him and he can feel better about himself,” he adds. “Hashtag—this is fucked up.”

“Not the time, Dice,” Zee warns.

Dice flips him off before picking up his phone. It’s now obvious that he never went looking for his mother or Sadie. He just made us think he did.

“Working against each other,” Drackus says on a sigh, as though he’s thinking all the same things I am. “This is just weakening us. Secrets. Lies. Hidden agendas. All of it. We’re going to be fucked when they come for us if we keep this up.”

Right now, the last thing I’m worried about is this unknown fucker that is doing who knows what.

“Dice,” I prompt, ignoring Drackus’s useless input.

Dice groans while punching in some numbers on the screen, and he turns away from me like that’s somehow going to stop me from hearing the conversation on the other line.

“She’s not going to tell us where she is,” he says as it rings.

“She doesn’t have to,” I murmur to myself, but my eyes meet Gage, and he nods as though he understands. All we need is for the incubus to do what he does best—talk for a while.

Chapter 32

ROSLYN

The dark angel has been in the room with my mother for over an hour, and my skin is bleeding from clawing at it so much. Liza?

?as she introduced herself—is walking out, looking like she just stepped out of a horror film with my mother’s blood all over her.

She wipes a red-stained hand on her forehead as though she’s wiping away sweat, and she takes a seat beside me as though she’s exhausted.

Her phone rings, and I listen as she answers. “Dicera.”

My blood chills, but I remain motionless. How can she be talking to them? Then again, Dice was put under a sleeper spell so he couldn’t warn them, so I suppose he’s trustworthy. As long as no one else is eavesdropping.

“Is she dead?” he asks without emotion.

My fingernails bite into my palms as my fists ball tighter.