Succubus Revealed Chapter 2

It took me a moment to really comprehend that in xxx seconds, the conversation had gone from a deeply seriously mystery ab egress my discern life to wheel for demonic bragging refines. And yet, this wasnt a particularly comical pattern in my world.And by we, added Jerome, I mean you tetradsome. He nodded toward Peter, Cody, Hugh, and me.Im sorry, I said. Let me ingest sure Im following this. Youve signed us up for some(a) sort of bowling league. One that you bent even outlet to participate in. And this is somehow going to prove your employees evilness to the world.Dont be silly. I cant participate. Bowling teams only have four people. He didnt comment on the proving evilness part.Well, hey, Ill totally yield my spot to you, I said. Im not that great a bowler.Youd better be rally one. Jeromes voice grew cold. apiece(prenominal) of you had, if you know whats good for you. Nanette will be impossible to live with at the next company meeting if you lot lose.Gee, Jerome. I lov e bowling, said Carter. How come you never mentioned this to me before sink?Jerome and Carter held gazes for several heavy seconds. Because, unless youre ready to take a fall for the team, you cant really compete with us.A funny smile fell oer Carters smell. His gray eyes glinted. I see.I dont really like your use of us, seeing as youve already written off any participation on your part, I pointed forbidden to Jerome, imitating his earlier snide tone.Peter sighed, looking rather woebegone. Where on earth am I going to find tasteful bowling shoes?Whats our team name going to be? asked Cody. That immediately degenerated into a conversation of truly terrible suggestions, such as Soulless in Seattle and economic rent Decision. After almost an hour, I couldnt handle any more.I mean Im going to go theme, I said, standing up. I had kind of wanted sweet scarce was afraid Id be drafted for beach volleyball and cricket if I stayed much longer. I brought the wine. You guys dont really n eed me anymore.When you get home, tell my adverse awaycome that I need him to coach you guys, said Jerome.By home, I actually meant curings, I said. But if I see Roman, Ill let him know youve found a good use for his formidable cosmic powers. Roman Jeromes half-human son and my roommate actually was a pretty good bowler, and I didnt want to come along Jerome.Wait Peter sprang up after me. You have to draw for Secret Santas depression.Oh, come on No complaining, he argued. He hurried to the kitchen and returned with a ceramic cookie jar shaped like a snowman. He thrust it toward me. Draw. Whatever name you get is who youre buying for, so dont try to get out of it.I drew a piece of paper and opened it up. Georgina.I cant Peter held up a hand to silence me. You drew the name. Thats who youve got. No arguments.His sorry look s outmatchped me from any more protests. Well, I pointed out pragmatically, at least I have a few ideas.To his credit, Peter move me home with some choc o slow fondue sauce and a Tupperware bowl filled with fruit and marshmallows. Hugh and Cody were running forward with the bowling team plan, arduous to come up with a practice schedule. Jerome and Carter said little and instead kept reflexion each another(prenominal) in a speculative, knowing path that was typical of them. It was catchy to read much on their faces, unless for once, Jerome gave off the vibe of having the upper hand.I left Capitol Hill for Seattles University District and Seths condo. solely the windows were dark when I pulled up, and I couldnt help a smile. It was almost eleven. Seth must have called it an early night, something Id been urging him to do for a while. Thinking of that, my smile faded as pronto as it had come. A few months ago, Seths sister-in-law, Andrea, had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. The disease had been pretty far advanced when caught, and although shed almost immediately gone into treatment, the outcome compose wasnt promising. W orse, the treatments had taken a huge physical toll on her, one that was testing the familys strength. Seth was frequently helping them out, especially when his brother Terry was working, since it was rockyer for Andrea to care for their five daughters now. Seth had been sacrificing both sleep and his writing career to look after them.I k young it was necessary. I loved Seths family and had helped them out as well. But I still dislike seeing Seth run himself down and knew that it hurt him to put his work on hold. He claimed his writing was the least of his problems right now and had time before deadlines were an issue, particularly since his next two declares were queued for printing next year. I couldnt argue against that, but the sleep issue? Yeah, I was on him a lot about that and glad to see my words had gotten through tonight.I used my key to let myself in and slipped through the condo as silently as possible. I practically lived here lately and had no trouble finding my wa y around furniture in the darkness. When I reached his bedroom, I could just barely make out his form wrapped up in c all everyplaces, softly outlined in the light of his alarm clock. I quietly took off my coat and wherefore shape-shifted into a cotton babydoll nightgown. It was sexy but not blatantly so. I planned on sleeping with him tonight, for real.I slid into bed and pressed myself up against his back, piano tossing an arm over him. He stirred slightly, and I couldnt resist pressing a pamper against his bare shoulder. The scent of cinnamon and musk washed over me as he snuggled closer. Despite sternly chastising myself that he needed to sleep, I lightly ran my fingers along his arm and sneaked in another kiss.Mmm, he murmured, rolling over toward me. That feels nice.A few things hit me at once. First, Seth didnt wear any sort of cologne or aftershave that smelled like cinnamon. Second, Seths voice didnt sound like that. Third, and by chance most important, Seth wasnt in b ed with me.I didnt mean to scream as loudly as I did. It just kind of happened.I was out of the bed in a snap, groping for the light switch on the wall while the intruder attempted to get up. He ended up getting tangled in the covers and falling off the bed with a loud thump, just as I found the light. I promptly reached for a weapon, but seeing as this was Seths bedroom, my options were limited. The heaviest, most breakneck object I could readily grab ahold of was Seths dictionary, a leather-bound monstrosity that he kept on hand because he didnt trust the Internet.I stood poised and ready to literally throw the book at the intruder as he scrambled to his feet. As he did and I got a good look at him, I noticed something crazy. He looked . . . familiar. Not only that, but he kind of looked like Seth.Who are you? I demanded.Who are you? he exclaimed. He seemed more confused than anything else. I dont think he found the threat of a five foot four woman with a dictionary all that fri ghtening.Before I could answer, a hand touched my arm. I yelped and threw the dictionary out of instinct. The guy dodged, letting the book crash harmlessly against the wall. I spun around to see whod touched me and found myself looking into the eyes of a white-haired woman with gold cat-eye glasses. She was wearing flowered pajama bottoms and a pink sweatshirt with a crossword puzzle on it. She was also wielding a baseball bat, which was pretty astonishing not just because it was more dangerous than a dictionary but also because I hadnt known Seth owned one.What are you doing here? she asked fiercely. She glanced over at the shirtless, dumbfounded guy. Are you alright?For half a second, I actually toyed with the idea that I had somehow let myself into someone elses condo. Like, maybe I was just one door over. This vista was so ridiculous that a mix-up seemed far more likely. It was only the obvious evidence like my key and Seths University of Chicago teddy bear watching this spe ctacle that swarm home the accompaniment that I was indeed where I was supposed to be.Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening and closing rang through the condo. Hello? came a blessedly familiar voice.Seth exclaimed all three of us in unison.Moments later, Seth appeared in the doorway. As usual, he looked adorable. His reddish brown hair was typically unkempt, and he was wearing a Dirty Dancing T-shirt that Id never seen before. Despite my panic and confusion over this current situation, the concerned part of me still noted the little signs of fatigue on Seths face, the dark circles and lines of weariness. He was thirty-six and usually looked young than his age. Not today.Seth, said the bat-wielding woman. This lady broke into your house.He looked at each of us in turn before resting his gaze on her. Mom, he said quietly, thats my female child. Please dont bludgeon her.Since when do you have a girlfriend? asked the guy.Since when do you have a baseball bat? I asked, recove ring my composure.Seth cut me a wry look before gently trying to remove the bat from the womans hands. She didnt let go. Georgina, this is my mom, Margaret Mortensen. And thats my brother Ian. Guys, this is Georgina.Hi, I said, feeling surprise of a different sort. Id heard a lot about Seths amaze and younger brother but hadnt expected to meet them anytime soon. Seths capture didnt like to fly, and Ian was . . . well, from the stories Seth and Terry told, Ian was just hard to track down in general. He was the wayward Mortensen brother.Margaret relinquished the bat and put on a polite but wary smile. Its in truth nice to meet you.Ditto, said Ian. I now silent why he looked familiar. Aside from the fact Id in all probability seen a picture of him somewhere, he also shared some of Seths and Terrys features. He was tall like Seth, but with Terrys thinner face. Ians hair was all brown, with no coppery hint, but it had that same messy look that Seths did. Except, on closer examination , I had the feeling Ians had been purposely styled that way with the help of much time and product.Seth suddenly did a double take between Ian and me. He didnt even have to say anything for me to guess the incertitude on his mind. Or questions, perhaps. My nightgown and Ians shirtlessness undoubtedly raised a number of them.Ians defense came swift and certain. She got into bed with me.I thought he was you, I said.Seths mother make a strange noise in her throat.You were supposed to be on the couch, said Seth accusingly.Ian shrugged. Its uncomfortable. And you werent home yet, so I figured in that respect was no harm done. How was I supposed to know some woman was going to come manhandle me in my sleep?I didnt manhandle you I cried.Seth rubbed his eyes, again reminding me how exhausted he was. Look, whats done is done. Why dont we all just go to bed where were supposed to and then get to know each other in the morning, okay?Margaret eyed me. Shes going to sleep in here? With you?Y es, Mom, he said patiently. With me. Because Im a grown man. And this is my home. And because in thirty-six years, this isnt the front woman to stay over with me.His mother looked aghast, and I groped for a more comfortable topic. Your shirts great. Now that she wasnt threatening to strike me, I could see that the crossword spelled out her five granddaughters names. I love the girls.Thank you, she said. Each one of them is a blessing, born within the holy confines of wedlock.Before I could even goof a response to that, Ian groaned. Lord, Mom. Is that from that Web site I told you not to order from? You know their stuffs made in China. I know this woman who could have made you one out of sustainable organic fabric.Hemp is a drug, not a fabric, she told him.Good night, you guys, said Seth, pointing his brother to the door. Well talk in the morning.Margaret and Ian murmured their good nights, and she paused to kiss Seth on the cheek which I actually thought was pretty cute. When the y were gone and the door was closed, Seth sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands.So, I said, coming to sit beside him. Exactly how many women have stayed over in thirty-six years?He looked up. None who were caught by my mother in so little clothing.I plucked at the skirt of the nightgown. This? This is tame.Im sorry about that, he added, waving vaguely toward the door. I shouldve called and warned you. They just drove into town tonight unannounced, of course. Ian cant be expected to do what people expect. It would ruin his reputation. They showed up at Terrys, but theres no room for them there, so I sent them on ahead since they were so tired. I had no idea it would result in you trying to sleep with my brother.SethKidding, kidding. He picked up my hand and kissed the top of it. How are you? How was your day?Well, I tried my best to keep Santa from getting drunk and then found out Jerome signed us up for a Hellish bowling league.I see, said Seth. So. The usual.Pretty much. What about you?The small smile that had been tugging at his lips fell. Aside from unexpected family? The usual too. Terry was out late with work stuff, so I was there all night with the girls while Andrea rested. Kendall has to build a papier-mache solar system, so that was fun for everyone. He held up his hands and wiggled fingers coated in white powder.And let me guess. No writing?He shrugged. Its not important.You shouldve called me. I couldve watched them while you wrote.You were working and then . . . what, it was fondue night, right? He stood up and stripped off his shirt and jeans, getting down to green flannel boxers.How did you know that? I asked. I barely knew that.I was on Peters e-mail list.Well, regardless, it doesnt matter. And that mall job is nothing. I could have been over here in a flash.He stepped into his bathroom and returned a few moments later with a toothbrush in his mouth. That job is nuffing. Haf any of your interfeews panned out?No, I said, not adding tha t I hadnt gone on any other interviews. Everything paled compared to Emerald City.The conversation was put on pause while he finished brushing his teeth. You should be doing something better, he said, once he was done.Im fine where Im at. I dont mind it. But you . . . you cant keep going on like this. Youre not getting enough sleep or working.Dont worry about it, he said. He turned off the light and crawled into bed. In the dimness, I saw him pat the spot beside him. Come over here. Its just me, I promise.I smiled and curled up beside him. Ian didnt smell right, you know. I mean, he smelled good, but not like you.Im sure he spends gratuitous amounts of money to smell good, muttered Seth through a yawn.Whats he do for a living? strenuous to say. Hes always got new jobs. Or no job. Whatever money hes got goes toward carefully maintaining his hard-fought, effortless lifestyle. Have you seen his coat?No. The only clothing of his Ive seen is his boxers.Ah. Well, it must be in the living room. It looks like it came from a thrift store but probably cost four figures. He sighed. Although, I shouldnt be too hard on him. I mean, yeah, hell probably hit me up for money while hes here, but I cant knock him and Mom coming out to help. At the very least, they can help watch the kids now.I wrapped my arms around Seth and breathed in his scent. It was the right one, and it was intoxicating. And you can catch up on some writing.Maybe, he said. Well see how it goes. I just hope Im not babysitting Mom and Ian more than the girls.How bad of an impression did I make on her? I asked.Not that bad. I mean, no worse than any woman scantily clad or otherwise wouldve made who was spending the night with me. He kissed my forehead. Shes not so bad. Dont be fooled by her conservative Midwest grandma act. I think you guys will get along.I wanted to ask if Maddie had met Margaret and, if so, how theyd gotten along. I bit my tongue on the question. It didnt matter. It was in the past, and S eth and I were the present. Sometimes, especially staying here as much as I did, I matt-up a little weird remembering that Maddie had lived with him too. There were still little touches here and there that bore the mark of her influence. For example, Margaret was most likely staying in Seths office, which had a futon, politeness of Maddies ingenuity. Shed been the one to suggest he get it to help make the office double as a guestroom. Maddie had gone the futon had stayed.I tried not to think about those things very often, though. In the big picture, they didnt matter. Seth and I had come through too much for me to get hung up on something like that. Wed castigate the problems in our relationship. Id accepted his mortality and his decision to risk his life by being physical with me. True, I still rationed our sex life, but the fact that I allowed it at all was a big concession for me. Meanwhile, he accepted the terrible truth that I was often out sleeping with other men in order to sustain my existence. They were difficult things for us both, but they were worth it for us to be together. Everything wed gone through was worth it.I love you, I told him.He placed a soft kiss on my lips and pulled me closer. I love you too. Then, in an echo of my thoughts, he added, You make it all worthwhile. All this stuff Im dealing with. I can do it because youre in my life, Thetis.Thetis. That was his longtime nickname for me, coming from the shape-shifting goddess in Greek mythology whod been won by a cockeyed mortal. He called me that all the time and Letha, only once. I thought again about that night. The troubled feelings it stirred never seemed to go away, but I once again tried to force them aside. It was another of those little things that I was trying not to let bug me. It was nothing compared to the greatness of our love, and like my friends had said, Seth had probably overheard the name.I fell into a contented sleep, only to be awakened abruptly around dawn. My e yes flew open, and I sat upright. Seth shifted and rolled over but wasnt awakened by my sudden movement. I stared around the room, my heart racing. Id been jolted out of sleep by an immortal presence, one I didnt know. It had felt demonic.There was nothing here now, visible or invisible, but I knew for a fact some servant of Hell had just been in the room. This wasnt the first time Id had unwelcome visitors in my sleep, often ones with nefarious intentions. Of course, Id felt this demon just now, and demons being higher immortals, not a lesser human-turned-immortal like me could hide their immortal signature. If he or she had wanted to sneak around or hurt me unannounced, it could have done so. Whoever this was hadnt cared about discovery.I slipped out of bed and proceed studying the room, looking for some sign or reason for the demons passage. I was certain there would be one. There. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red in my purse. There was a business envelop e sitting on top of it. I hurried over and scooped up the envelope. It was warm to my touch, but as I quietly opened it, I began to feel cold. That feeling intensified as I pulled out a letter printed on semiofficial Hell stationery. No good could come of this.Sunset had filtered more than enough light into the room to read by. The letter was addressed to Letha (alias Georgina Kincaid), from Hells HRThis is the thirty-day notice for your trans fer. Your new assignment will begin on January 15. Please make travel arrangements to leave Seattle and report to your new location in a timely manner.