Upon waking, Titus quickly prepared himself before he called Stefan to him.
"What are you looking for?" Stefan asked.
Halting in his perusal of the titles in his personal library, Titus turned with a frown. "Demons. I need more information on them."
"What do you want with those scurvy bastards?" Said in a joking tone.
Anyone who didn't know Stefan well would only see the smile. But Titus had worked with his Renfrew servant for a long time, long enough to see the tension in his eyes. The man had good reason. As an incubus, Stefan was the progeny of a demon - a horrible beast with claws, teeth, and not an ounce of compassion - and a human. Incubi and succubi were rare, most human females not surviving the rape by the savage, demonic creatures. Having been born of a mother who cried every time she saw Stefan until she was locked away, Stefan obviously had issues with his father's race.
"It would seem Adara was attacked by them."
"She told you?"