Step-Daddy and Step-Daughter Relationships I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “Silly man. I down the rest of my drink, trying to calm my nerves. “Exactly,” she says, her voice dripping with anticipation. I try to shake off the feeling of being in the room with the succubus, but it lingers, like a bad dream that won’t go away. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my senses on high alert as I try to process what’s happening. I order a whiskey, and he nods, reaching for a bottle of amber liquid on the top shelf. It’s like she is frozen in place. “Our side keeps trying to prevent that from happening, but it’s a full time job.”
“Your side is trying to keep us from blowing ourselves up?” I ask shocked. The redhead’s hands glide over the one of the twin’s hair, her fingers tracing the curve of the girl’s skull. “Nothing. She’s even more stunning up close, with a subtle sheen to her skin that catches the dim light of the stage. Her gaze is intense, as if she’s trying to see right through me, to the very soul of my being. Or is this just another part of her supernatural abilities? “Why me?” I ask, as I try to process the succubus’s words.
