Many saw it as our duty. Whatever his other failings, Jake at least had never demanded anything of that nature from me.
"So . . . anyway, Barton has this succubus named Alessandra. Relatively new. You know, a century or so. Beautiful. She has as good an eye for exquisite physical detail as you. And she's bright. Wicked sense of humor.
Outgoing."
I stared at him in astonishment.
"Are you in love, Bastien?"
"No, but I was—am—very attracted to her. Hard not to be. We got to know each other, and well, one thing sort of led to another . . ."
"As it often does with you."
"Yes," he admitted ruefully.
"But let me tell you, it was amazing. That woman . . . wow."
"So how are you in trouble?"
"Well, the thing is, Barton's kind of possessive about his people. He expected Alessandra's body to be exclusively for his use—mortal business aside, of course."
"And he found out?"
"Yes. He turned unbelievably jealous."
