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after all.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she s aid, but now that I knew she was lying I could see through her disguise. It was the subtle details – tone of voice, flicks of hair, pursing of lips. She must have realized it was a losing battle because when she answered, it was a half-hearted lie.
    “Are you a practitioner?” I asked.
    “Yes,” she snapped. “Yes, I am.”
    “So , that’s why you gave me your name,” I said.
    “ We don’t like it when people fuck around with us,” said Amaymon threateningly.
    “No, no, I swear. What I said is all true.” She had her hands in the air and all pretence was now gone.
    “And Abigail?” I asked. “She a practitioner , too?”
    “No, she’s not.”
    “Then, what is she?”
    Gracie looked from the cat to me and closed her eyes, like she was betraying some sort of secret.
    “She’s a succubus.”
    There was a stunned pause.
    "A succubus?" I looked at her intently. "Do you even know what that is?"
    “You could use a couple around here , Erik,” shot the cat.
    Ouch. Kitty, one . Wizard, zero.
    Gracie rolled her eyes and gave me an annoyed look. "Of course , I know what that is. She's a temptation demon."
    Temptation − now what was a nice way of saying makes people drool over her .
    Succubii are half -demons, and their main power is seducing people into breeding with them.
    They’re not the most social of monsters . They usually pop up when they got an itch to scratch and then disappear again. Which begs the question, what the hell was a succubus doing at a college dorm?
    I mean, I heard stories about college parties, but this was taking it too far.
    "Why is a succubus in your dorm?" I asked with a chuckle. “Are you guys some sort of supernatural sorority or something?”
    Gracie gave me look that answered my question.
    “No. There is no sorority,” she replied icily. “It’s just me who knows about magic. Abi has no idea what she is. She’s only nineteen.”
    Succubii generally manifest around the age of twenty. That’s when their drive takes over and they start humping their way through life. Until then, they’re pretty much regular folk. Very pretty, very sexy, regular folk.
    "Are you going to tell her?" I asked seriously.
    “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “She’s different, you know? I read somewhere that her kind exhibit signs of sociopathy. But she’s the sweetest person I know. No way she’ll become a monster.”
    “I’m not in the business of protecting monsters,” I replied. The implication was clear − I would just as easily kill the succubus if she became dangerous. I was even considering killing her now when she still hadn’t killed anyone but the virtuous side of me decided to let her commit a crime before executing her. It was only fair.
    But the ruthless side of me knew that human justice did not apply to monsters. Once her instincts took over, she would kill. Better to prevent a crime rather than wait for one and give chase.
    Gracie eyes hardened, matching my expression. “She’s no monster. But she is being targeted by one. She’s a victim here, Mr. Ashendale, and unless you help her, she will die.”
    I had no reply to that. I decided to deal with one issue at a time. First came the rescue of a yet-still-innocent girl. Dwelling on moral issues wasn’t going to help anyone. I decided to cross that bridge when I was faced with it.
    “She’s got you there , Erik,” said the cat.
    “Fine,” I said. “But if she makes one move outta line, she’s dead. You hear me? She gives me any reason to be wary of her and I’ll eliminate her on the spot. No warning, no mercy. Got it?”
    Gracie nodded sharply.
    “O K, then.” I sat down on the couch facing her. “Tell me about the white light? What was that?”
    “An angel.”
    “Oh, come on!”
    “I’m sorry,” she said. My outburst had caused her to jump in her seat. Amaymon snickered.
    “An angel? Are you kidding me?" I rubbed the