Alexander’s POV
“Cassidy and I made a trip to Edenis before our wedding. There was a festival. And a masquerade party,” I recounted to Fawkes. He listened attentively. “Cassidy and I went for the masquerade. We were dancing and we got thirsty, so I went to get us some ale.”
“I’d only left his side for a few moments, but when I returned, he was gone.” I pick at my nails. “There was the scent of an incubus around—they smell like s*x, you know—and I got worried.”
Fawkes nodded for me to continue. I swallow and do as he prompted. “I followed the trail of s*x to this dark corner, an alley where the festival hadn’t managed to brighten. He was there, standing over Cassidy. And I could smell it. I could taste his distress in the air. I-” I’m shaking. Something I only notice when Fawkes puts a
