Chapter 121

Nathan was sitting on the floor leaning back against the bottom of the couch so that, if Sasha wanted, he could have tried all sorts of tell-tale things—running his fingers through Nathan’s hair being one Nathan almost expected—but the incubus showed remarkable restraint.

When they had first gathered in the living room, Sasha had leaned over to Nathan and whispered, “Thoseare Manolos,” while gesturing toward Shiarra’s heels.

Nathan thought it both fitting and ironic that Sasha’s aunt was so high class. It suited the succubus, but Sasha was just so down to earth. The incubus could probably pull off the metro look if he wanted to, but he stuck to jeans and T-shirts. And his leather jacket, which made Nathan wonder if Jim had gotten around to filling Sasha in on that particular casualty.