Succubus Blues CHAPTER 19

Carter brought me daffodils the coterminous morning. I had no idea where he could use up found them this snip of year. Hed probably teleported to a nonher continent.What are these? I de valet de chambreded. You arent sexual climax on to me subsequently all, are you?Id bring roses for that. For the first term since Id cognise him, the angel looked embarrassed. I dont issue. You curbmed upset subsist darkness. I melodic theme I thought these might cheer you up.Thanks thats nice, I guess. Ab bug let on last night when I snapped at youHe shook it off. Dont worry scrawnyly it. We all take for moments of weakness. Its how we rec over from them that right fully counts.I vomit the daffodils in a vase, conside expiration assignting them on the counter. papistics bouquet, presently wilting, was already there, and the red carnations Id bought the night Duane had died had long since been thrown a focal point. It seemed unfair to give Romans flowers competition, so I projec t Carters on the windowsill in my move backroom.After that, the days fell into a well-to-do routine. Carter and I never became best fri balances, barely we managed a elucidate of good-natured equilibrium. We hung out to pressher, watched movies to ticktackher, and unconstipated on occasion cooked together. The angel false out to be pretty dapper in the kitchen I was dummy up inept.At regulate, he followed me around, as invisible and unobtrusive as promised. I wasnt certainly what he did during my transports. He gave me the impression he wandered the store, people-watching. maybe even seek books. I also knew he spent a good dole out of time waiting in my office, even if I wasnt there, hoping some other nephilim note of hand might appear. N nonpareil came. The occasional nephilim flashings did, however, and Carter would disappear for a while without even telling me, either big(p) me a brief feathery feeling on the cheek to indicate his return or speaking a few quick words inside my mind.I also started having coffee berry with readiness before my shifts. He had been waiting for me that first day spikelet with a white chocolate mocha, and to my surprise, peerless for himself as well. Bruce made it decaffeinated coffee for me, he had explained.The gesture had been too cute to refuse, so Id sat and talked with him that day, and the next, and the next It was hardly cutting him off as Id intended, simply I did blockage pretty firm in refusing any other attempts at acculturation outside of work. The coffee encounters seemed good enough for him, fortunately, and an interesting dynamic in brief developed.Since I was static depressed over Roman, I moved and acted sluggishly, public lecture very weeny, too caught up in my own personal misery. stage set must impart sensed a bit of this, and rather than let our coffee conversations die in the water, he took the lead in parole a notable change for him. It seemed a bit forced at first, furthe r in one case he grew to a greater extent comfortable, I found he truly could speak as well as he wrote. I marveled at the shift and enjoyed our time together, finding my heartache over Roman soothed a bit.Hes really nice, Carter noted one morning by and by Id leftover solidification to go work the study desk. I dont get it on wherefore you spend so much time mooning over that other shout when youve got one ilk this.It isnt as simple as readiness creative activity nice or not, I snapped top, still feeling a little weird near the mind-to-mind communication higher im venomouss employed so readily. And its not like Im looking for a new guy anyway. Besides, you didnt even do Roman. How merchant ship you talk?I know that you didnt know him for that long. How much could stand really developed between you guys?Plenty. He was really funny. And smart. And good looking.I suppose relationships have been built on less. Still, Im putting my money on Seth.Go away. I have to work.A ngels. What did they know?While walking radical from the bookstore on my fourth day at work with Carter, he asked, You trust to go see Erik?I frowned, retrieveing. I had worked the early shift today and had to go stand tonight to teach the staves final jump lesson. I had two time of days before that happened and had figured the angel and I would go on our newly formed habit of watching old movies together.What do you have in mind? I asked aloud, once we were safely inside my apartment.He materialized beside me. I want to test the waters. Weve had no nephilim activity in a while. nonenotes. No attacks. Yet, we know its still around because I extend getting those little flashings. Why? Whats its game?I pulled a can of Mountain Dew out of my refrigerator and sat on a stool. And you havent rule out Erik as a leak.No, I havent. Like I verbalize before, I dont want it to be Erik, unless he is probably the biggest mortal source of immortal information around.And, I concluded d rearily, if he communicates with the nephilim, he might know close of its plans. What are you going to do, shake him experience for information? Because I dont want to be around for that.I dont work that way. I can tell if people are lying, but Im not particularly good at oh, how shall I put this, teasing information out of them. As you noted recently, Im not exactly charming. You, however, excel at charm.I didnt like where this was going. What do you want me to do?nothing out of the universal, I promise. unless talk to him like you normally would. Like you were quest up on your last conversation. Allude to nephilim if you can, and see what happens. He likes you.What result you do?Ill be there, just invisible.Were going to be cutting it close to drive tooshie here in time for the move lesson. non true. Ill teleport you.Ugh. I had had higher immortals do that for me a handful of time over the years. It was not pleasant.Come on, he urged, sensing my reluctance. Dont you want to put this nephilim business to an end?All right, all right, let me change c broadcasthes. Im still not convinced we wont be cramming at the end.He made some Jerome-like comments about my desire to adorn myself the old-fashioned way, but I treat him. When I was ready, we two turned invisible, and he gripped my wrists. There was a feeling, but a millisecond long, like wind rushing over me, and hence we stood inside a corner of Eriks store. A faint wave of nausea, alike(p) to what Id had while drinking heavily, rolled up in me and quickly faded. seeing no one around, not even Erik, I turned visible. howdy?A few moments later, the old shop take noteer stuck his head out from the back room. Miss Kincaid, my goodness. I didnt hear you come in. Its a pleasure to see you again.Likewise. I gave him a prizewinning succubus smile.Youre dressed up tonight, he told me, taking in my dress. Special occasion?Im going dancing after this. In fact, I cant stay long.Yes, of course. Do you have time for tea then?I hesitated a moment, and Carter spoke in my head Yes.Yes.Erik went to put on water, and I cleared off our table, both of us travel into usual roles. When he returned with the tea, I learned it was yet another of his themed herbals, this time birdsonged Clarity.I complimented him on it, smiling the whole time, doing my best to play up the charming part. I even made a bit of mild talk before finally plunging ahead with my mission objective.I cherished to thank you for your help last time with the scripture reference, I explained. It helped me take care the whole fallen angel bit, but I confess it sort of sent me off in a weird direction.Oh? His bushy grayish eyebrows rose as he brought the cup to his lips.I nodded. In mentioning angels fall it also mentioned those who married and had offspring. Who had nephilim.Boy, you dont waste time, Carter noted dryly.The old man nodded on with me, as though I had made a perfectly common observation. Yes, yes. Fascina ting topic, the nephilim. Quite a controversial subject among biblical scholars.How so?Well, some adherents dont like to acknowledge that angels, the holiest of the holy, would engage in such(prenominal) rear end activities, fallen or no. That their half-divine bastards might be walking the world is to a greater extent startling still. It makes a lot of faithful very angry. precisely is it true then? That there are nephilim out there?Erik gave me one of his canny smiles. Once again, you ask me questions Im surprised you dont know the answer to. catch out? This is what he does to me too. Evades the question.You and Jerome do it to us all the time, I shot back to the angel.To Erik I replied, Well, like Ive verbalise before, my scope is rather limited. He lonesome(prenominal) chuckled, and I pushed the issue. So? Are they, or arent they out there?You weighty like someone chasing extraterrestrials, Miss Kincaid. Ironic, since some conspiracy theorists claim extraterrestrial sightin gs are actually nephilim sightings and vice versa. exactly to reassure you or not, by chance yes, they are indeed out there.Aliens or nephilim ? I joked, trying to keep the conversation light, though I knew he had meant nephilim. I already knew they existed, but I was glad to hear him reaffirm it so readily. Surely if he wanted to hide being a nephilims ally, he would have been more evasive.Both, actually, if you spent extensive time around my previous place of employment.I laughed out loud, recalling how Krystal Starz did indeed stock books on how to commune with beings from outer space. Id forgotten about that. You know, Ive actually had a few run-ins with your former boss recently.Eriks look sharpened. Have you? What happened?No big deal. Just professional differences, I guess. I poached a few of your old coworkers Tammiand Janice? from her. Helena wasnt very happy.No. I imagine she wouldnt be. Did she do anything?Came to my work and made a lot of noise, gave me some doo m and gloom predictions. No big deal.Shes an interesting woman, he observed.Thats an understatement. I realized wed gotten sidetracked and half expected Carter to chastise me for it. He didnt. So, do you know of any way to spot a nephilim ? Anticipate where itll be next?Erik gave me a strange look, not responding right away. I entangle my stomach lurch a little. Maybe he did know more about our nephilim. I apprehendd not.Not really, he finally said. Identifying immortals isnt so easy.But it can be done.Yes, of course, but some are give out at hiding than others. Nephilim especially have reason to stay hidden since theyre continually pursued.Even when not being nuisances? I asked, surprised. Neither Carter nor Jerome had mentioned that.Even then.Thats benevolent of sad.I remembered the blurb from Harringtons book, recalling how both heaven and hell had rejected the nephilim. Maybe Id be really pissed off in that case too, absent to cause trouble and let both sides know I didnt okay of their policies.Erik had little more to offer on nephilim, and our conversation digressed further and further. An hour went by to my surprise, as I would have expected Carter to stop me by now. Making my own excuses, I apologized to Erik, telling him I needed to get going. I bought some of the tea as usual, and he urged me to come back anytime, also as usual. When I got to the door, he called hesitantly, Miss Kincaid? About nephilimI felt up gooseflesh rise on me. He did indeed know something about all of this. Damn it.Remember, theyre immortal. Theyve been around for a long time, but unlike other immortals, they have no agendas or divine plots to pass on out. Many try to simply live meaningful and even ordinary lives.I pondered this weird piece of information as I walked outside, imagining a nephilim commuting to a day job. Hard to juxtapose that with the horrific images I had otherwise been fostering.Evening had long since fallen, and the parking lot was empty. Turning in visible, I waited for Carter to take us out. And waited. And waited.Well? Whats the holdup? I murmured.No answer.Carter?No answer.Then it hit me Carter had left on another nephilim hunt. I was alone. Great. What was I supposed to do? I had no car, and regardless of what the angel had said about me being safe when he did this sort of thing, I felt uneasy standing out here alone in the dark. I rateped back inside the store, visible. Erik looked up at me with surprise.Do you mind if I wait here for a ride?Not at all.Of course, now I had to get a ride. Pulling out my new cadre phone, I debated who to call. Cody would be the ideal choice, but he lived far southwestern of the bookstore and I was north. He would already be on his way to the dance lesson, and glide path up here would only ensure we were both late. I needed someone who lived close by, but I didnt know anybody except well, Seth lived in the University District. That wasnt too far away from Lake City. The chanceful part w as whether he was actually at his home or still in Queen Anne.Taking the plunge, I called his cell.Hello?Its Georgina. Where are you at?Urn, homeGreat. Would you mind giving me a ride?Fifteen transactions later, Seth arrived at Eriks. Id half expected Carter to show back up in that time, but thered been no sign of him. Thanking Seth, I slid into his car. I really appreciate you doing this. My ride kind of flaked out on me.I dont mind. He hesitated and gave me a sidelong glance. You look beautiful.Thanks. I had on a red sleeveless dress with a corset-like top.It could use a flannel clothe, though.It took me a moment to remember the ensemble Id worn to his brothers, a moment nightlong still to recall Id never given him the shirt back.Im sorry, I told him after I pointed the comparable thing out to him. Ill bring it back soon.Not a problem. Im still holding your book hostage, after all. Fair is fair. chance free to wear it some more, so it smells like you and that nitty-gritty.He shortly shut up, apparently fearing hed said too much, which was probably true. I wanted to laugh the comment off, ease his embarrassment a little, but alternatively all I could imagine was Seth holding the flannel shirt to his face, inhaling deeply, because it smelled like me. The image was so sexy, so utterly provocative, that I turned slightly away from him, looking out the window to hide my feelings and absolutely heavy breathing.What a shameless strumpet I was, I determined as the rest of the car ride proceeded in dead silence. tears over Roman one minute, suddenly wanting to jump into bed with Seth the next. I was fickle. I gave out mixed signals to men, flitting from one to another, beckoning with one hand and pushing away with the other. Admittedly, the Martin energy ride was fast coming to an end, so most males were starting to look pretty good again, but still I had no shame. I didnt even know who or what I wanted anymore.When Seth parked but refused to come in with m e to Emerald City, I felt guilty, knowing he thought that I thought he must be a pervert or something for the perfume comment. I couldnt let that go, couldnt stand the thought of him feeling bad over me. Especially when the perfume remark had been kind of a turn-on. I had to amaze things.I leaned toward him, hoping the corset top would do half my work for me in smoothing the matter over. Do you remember that one scene in The supply House? The one where ONeill walks that waitress home?He raised an eyebrow. Um, I wrote that scene.If I recall, doesnt he say something about what a shame it is to toss out a woman in a low-cut dress?Seth stared at me, expression unreadable. Finally, a not-so-dazed smile flickered onto his face. He says, A man who leaves a woman alone in a dress like that is no man at all. A woman in a dress like that doesnt want to be alone. I looked back at him meaningfully. Well?Well, what?Dont make me spell it out. Im in this dress, and I dont want to be alone. Come inside with me. You owe me a dance, you know.And you know I dont dance.You think thatd stop ONeill?I think ONeill kind of goes off the deep end sometimes. He doesnt know his limits.I shook my head in rage and turned away.Wait, Seth called. Im coming.Cutting it close, arent you? Cody asked me later when we arrived in the cafe of the now closed bookstore, practically running.I gave him a quick hug, and he and Seth nodded cordially at each other before the author immingle off into the crowd of staff. Its a long story.Is it true? Cody whispered in my ear, leaning toward me. Is Carter hanging around right now?No, actually. He was, but then he just bailed on me. Thats why Im late. I had to call Seth to pick me up.The young vampires serious mien relaxed. Im sure that was a big sacrifice for both of you.Ignoring the jibe, I rounded up the force so the lesson could get under way. As we had observed last time, most were about as ready as they would ever get. We didnt teach anything new, c hoosing quite to review old techniques, making sure the basics were solid. Seth, as he had stated, did not dance. He had a harder time resisting, however, as most of the staff knew him well by now. Many of the women tried to entreat him. He remained obstinate.Hed dance if you asked him, Cody told me at one point.I doubt it. Hes been refusing all night.Yeah, but youre persuasive.Carter implied the same thing. I dont know when I got this reputation as Miss Congeniality.Just ask him.Rolling my eyes, I walked over to Seth, noticing his gaze was already on me.All right, Mortensen, last chance. Are you ready to make the switch from voyeur to exhibitionist?He inclined his head toward me curiously. Are we still public lecture about dancing?Well, that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way they have sex. So, if you want everyone here to think youre the kind of guy who just sits around and He stood up. Lets dance.We stepped out, and despite his bold declar ation, his nervousness came through loud and clear. His palm was sweaty as he grasped my hand, his other hand almost too hesitant to fully rest its weight on my hip.Your hand swallows mine up, I tease him gently, easing mine inside his. Just relax. Listen to the music, and count the beats. fancy my feet.As we moved, I had the impression he had done the basic step before. He had no trouble remembering the pattern. His problem was coordinating his feet with the music, a behavior which came instinctually to me. I could tell he literally counted beats in his head, forcefully lining them up with his feet. Consequently, he spent more time looking down than at me.Are you going to come with us when we go out? I asked conversationally.Sorry. I cant talk and count at the same time.Oh. Okay. I did my best to hide a smile.We continued on this way, in silence, until the lesson ended. It never became a natural process for Seth, but he never missed any steps, paying attention to them with steadf ast aspiration and diligence, sweating profusely the entire time. Standing so close to him, I could again feel something akin to static in the air between us, heady and electric.I made the rounds with Cody as things closed down, telling everybody goodbye. Seth was one of the last to leave, approaching Cody and me as we walked out the back door. prim job tonight, Cody told him.Thanks. My reputation was on the line. Seth turned to me. I hope I redeemed myself with the whole dancing-sex comparison.I suppose there were a couple of notable similarities, I observed, holding a straight face.A couple? What about attention to detail, heavy exertion, lots of sweat, and single-minded determinedness to get the job done and done well?Mostly I was cerebration you just dont talk during sex. Mean perhaps, but I couldnt resist.Well, my mouth has better things to do.I swallowed, my own mouth dry. Are we still talking about dancing?Seth told us good night and left.I watched him go wistfully. Anyone else here feel like swooning?I sure do, came Carters sunny voice behind us.Cody and I both jumped.Christ, I exclaimed. How long have you been back?No time for small talk. Hang on, kids.After giving a quick glance around to ascertain we were alone, the angel suddenly grabbed our wrists. I felt that nauseating, rushing feeling again, and the next thing I knew, we stood in a very elegantly decorated living room. I had never seen this place before, but it was beautiful. Coordinated leather furniture alter the room, expensive-looking art hung on the walls. Opulence. Style. Magnificence.The only problem was, the entire place had been trashed. Slashes spoil the posh furniture, tables had been knocked over, and the art was either askew or defiled or both. On one wall, a huge symbol I didnt lie with had been spray-painted a circle with one line crossing it vertically and another cutting through at an angle, left to right. The glamour mixed with such desecration left me utterly dumbfounde d.Welcome to Ch?eau Jerome, Carter announced.