But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible.
Richelle MeadAbe shook his head, and now the smile was gone altogether. "That's not the reason either. Don't lie to me little girl." I felt my hackles going up. "And don't interrogate me, old man.
Richelle MeadIโm a succubus.โ He shook his head. โNo, you arenโt.โ โYes, I am.โ โYou arenโt.โ I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. โI am too.โ โNo. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They donโt wear jeans and sweaters.
Richelle Mead