Devon suddenly appeared, hurrying out of the back door to approach Lilith. His downcast eyes darted nervously at the dozens of succubi who lounged on his patio. Feminine trills rose around him, along with appreciative calls inviting him to enjoy his guests in a carnal fashion. A fashion that Devon knew full well would get him killed in a hurry. The fear in his eyes revealed he was all too aware of the danger his life was in.
As if a multitude of words would shield him from the destructive attentions of Lilith’s daughters, he began jabbering before he’d even rounded the corner of the pool. “Security cameras have picked up several vehicles outside the property. Two men are screwing around with the front gate. I think they’re trying to disable the system to get in.”
At last. Lilith stretched lazily, as if her foes were only a minor distraction, as if her heart wasn’t suddenly pounding in anticipation. “Our enemies are here,” she announced.
Devon reached her side. With a solicitous if trembling hand, he helped her to her feet. His flesh was sweaty on her skin. “Should I call the police? Have them arrested?”
She laughed. “Not at all. Let come in so I and my children can welcome them.” Her army of succubi, though not as great as she’d hoped, still outnumbered the Segreto.
Lilith’s confidence in her offspring came through in her next statement to her daughters, all of whom had risen and waited for the word to finish the ancient war once and for all. “This world is ours. We claim it now.”