The little succubus sighed. "I'm not a princess. We just happen to look alike. I am, or was, Princess Dana's body double for public events, carefully chosen for our nearly identical appearance. So, when I shrunk myself, I still look like her, or rather, I still look like myself.
But I've signed a Familiar Pact, and that's binding, you can't send me home."
Wolfe just shrugged. "I didn't intend to, I just needed to know why a witch would awaken her aura five years too soon. But now that you're here at the party, you can keep your witch company and prevent her from running away from her guards again.
She does it every time that she's at one of these functions, and she's going to give them and her mother a heart attack one of these days."
The old woman glared between Wolfe and the Demoness.
"Are you not going to put a spell on her to keep her from reversing the Familiar Bond and running rampant in the city?" She asked.