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    David’s face was grim. He shrugged back on his cloak. “Then I have no choice but to destroy you.”

    He had the advantage of daylight, and other Serim were nearby. Though it would haunt him forever, he had no choice. Aloysius – his brother, his friend – had become one of the enemy and must be stopped.

    The two men stared at each other in a silent stalemate. Then, Aloysius’s face twisted into a furious sneer. “If you leave this house, David, you shall regret it.”
    “You cannot stop me.”
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    “Can’t I?”
    David ignored the vampire’s mocking claim and touched his hand to the front door. It felt ice cold, and he looked down to see a string of curious trinkets looping the handle. Coins, herbs, and a blood sigil marked above the doorknob. Some sort of magic, and he’d triggered it.
    He pulled his hand away as if burned, but too late. The spell tingled up his arm, his fingers numbing. Damn Aloysius. He’d set this trap up for him.
    “I warned you not to leave, David,” Aloysius called behind him as he staggered out the door. “It’s your own fault, brother. You left me no choice.” David staggered out to the coach, a strange ringing in his ears. His limbs felt icy and unresponsive already, and it would not take long before he lost consciousness entirely. He flexed his hands repeatedly, willing the sluggish blood to circulate, his lungs slowing.
    His driver glanced back at him. “Home, my lord?” With great effort, David shook his head. “Take me to Mr. Gideon’s home. And fast.” He only prayed he could fight the lethargy long enough for him to explain that Olivia needed saving. He might die from Aloysius’s curse, but she need not share his fate…

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    The dream blurred and melted away. For a long moment there was nothing but quiet, and then the hodgepodge of images flashed past all over again.
    He saw her from across the room and noted her freckles, her thick, dark brown hair, her tall form, but what he liked most about her was her smile…
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    I detached myself from David‘s dream with a shudder. He was dreaming about that fateful night, over and over again. Whether his dreams were brought on by his awakening or if he had dreamed the same thing for the last hundred and twenty years, I couldn‘t say. He‘d merely dreamed the betrayal – I‘d lived through the aftermath. I rubbed my bare arms, but my fingers against my skin only reminded me that the Itch was in full swing, and the man next to me was asleep. Not ideal. I‘d have to make due until dawn.

    The hours of night passed slowly for a succubus. Most of the world was asleep, and unless you kept company with vampires, it was a very lonely sort of time frame. Normally I didn‘t mind having alone time – I‘d learned to entertain myself quite well over the years, and had enjoyed the peace and quiet – but living ten years on my own, pretending to be a normal human, had made me wistful for things I couldn‘t have. A good night‘s sleep for one, I thought wryly, and glanced over at David in the bed. Even now he dreamt with a frown on his face.

    Peaceful sleep, maybe not. I glanced at the clock – David‘s dreams had taken up a large chunk of the night, but there was still some time before dawn.

    My hand skimmed down my naked flesh as I waited for David to awaken, enjoying the sensation. Thank god David had helped me take off that horrible outfit. It had been days since I‘d been able to remove that ridiculous dress, and the freedom of bare skin was intoxicating. All succubi were feminine perfection, but I liked my skin the best of all my features – cream smooth and rosy with health, and not a single solitary freckle to mar it. With my dark hair, I probably resembled a very tall Snow White. I glanced over at David. Would he be the Prince Charming to save me from the evil witch hunting me down? I sighed at my own stupid fantasy, even as my fingers glided over my sex,