She wasn’t lying,
not really. She wasn’t a succubus. She was a demon. They were very different things. A succubus had only one goal, and that was to
steal people’s souls through their genitals at the point of orgasm. Regina had no plans to let things get that
far.
Inwardly she
shuddered at the idea of sleeping with Gus.
It wasn’t that he
was bad looking. He was okay, as far as
humans went, but he was still a human. There
was no way a human would ever get the chance to get all up in her hell pit. A girl had to have standards, and one of hers
was that she would never cross mate.
Angels and humans
shared common DNA, since 90% of the angels were originally humans themselves. Demons, on the other hand, were a whole
different species. If a human died and
went to hell, they were a tortured soul, not a demon. A demon was born, not made. Her sleeping with Gus would be like a human
woman sleeping with a donkey, and outside of a few stage performers in Tijuana,
that was usually considered a no go for most people.
“Sorry.” He was laughing now, nervous little bursts of
noise followed by a beer-fueled hiccup.
“I just… I’ve had a very weird day.”
“Tell me about it.”
God, she hoped he wouldn’t.
“So, tell me a
little about yourself.” He chugged his
beer. She could tell his nerves were
still on high alert.
She had hoped that
she hadn’t scared him off with that laugh.
She was still getting use to the whole undercover thing, and when he had
asked her if she was planning to steal his soul, she had panicked.
“Regina?” He waved
at her. “You okay over there? You seem a
little lost in your own world.”
She snapped back to
attention. What had he asked her? He wanted to know about her. Had she already given him a back-story? Suddenly, she couldn’t remember. Her brain was getting a little fuzzy.
After one beer? She was a demon for crying out loud. She should be able to drink that entire bar
down and barely get a buzz.
“I don’t…” she stood
up, her legs feeling a little weak. “I’ll be right back.”
She walked back into
the bar, and she knew Gus was following her.
Him seeing her throw up would not help her cause, so she turned, placing
a hand on his chest.
“You don’t look so
good.” Gus was watching her, concern in his eyes.
“Just wait for me,
okay?” She gave him a weak smile. “I’ll
be right back.”
She turned, and Gus
didn’t follow, but she could feel his eyes watching her.
What the hell was
going with her brain right now? She was barely able to keep a train of thought
going, and…
The bathroom was
right ahead of her. She was about to
push her way inside when she felt an arm around her shoulder. She turned to the offending arm.
The bartender was
looking down at her, smiling. “How about
you follow me.”
She couldn’t argue
with him.
She couldn’t speak.
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