Medusa was still occupied with her thoughts regarding Malcolm's safety, she was genuinely worried about her blood servant because Malcolm technically belonged to her.
'This old man must have done something to him, or else why would Malcolm inform him and not me! Something sure is wrong here, I'm definitely missing something.'
The succubus was well informed about Malcolm's nature and to what extent he could rebel and disobey her orders. However what made her suspicious was the valid point that they both didn't know any vampire personally. Although she could feel his presence despite the scent was slowly fading. Her immersive session was interrupted when Medusa felt something crawling up to her thighs.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
