Chapter 29

He got into the town car. “Who ordered the pursuit?”

“Amida,” his driver replied.

“Interesting.” He chuckled to himself. If the woman was caught, then no harm done. If she got away? Well, then he would have to have a chat with the ambitious mage about pulling rank.

He waited anxiously for nearly an hour when the driver turned in his seat. “They lost her. She got away.”

Cyrus shook his head in disappointment. “And how exactly did that happen?”

The driver repeated the question and then listened. “Tasia couldn’t catch her, and then the motorcycle came to pick her up. The succubus was on it.”

“Oh, she was, was she?”

“Yes sir. They got a picture before she got away. It’s being sent to you right now.”

Cyrus pulled out his tablet, and sure enough, a photo had been taken. The succubus was sitting backward on the back of the motorcycle, both hands in the air in a one fingered salute. She wore a black tank top with clearly visible words that mad