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Chapter 22
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Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 22
(Sebastian’s POV)Three days before Christmas, Marcus called to ask if I was doing anything for the holiday.It was a reasonable question. For the past four years the answer had been a version of the same thing: a quiet day, some work I’d told myself I wouldn’t do and then done, a phone call with my mother who was usually somewhere with better weather than wherever I was. Christmas had never been a production for me. It was a day that required a certain posture and I’d gotten good at maintaining it.This year the answer was different. This year I had Reed.I told Marcus I had plans and left it at that. After I hung up, I sat at my desk and looked across the apartment to where Reed was on the couch with his current book and thought about what Christmas actually meant, for both of us.“Have you ever done Christmas?” I said.He looked up. He thought about it with the honesty he gave all questions that required him to examine his own experience. “No,” he said.“Do you know what it is?”“I
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 21
(Sebastian’s POV)The photograph appeared on a Wednesday.I’d been going through a box of things I’d pulled from the back of my closet during a bout of end-of-year tidying, the kind of unsentimental organisation I did every December, keeping what was useful and discarding what was only taking up space. Old cables. A jacket I’d outgrown in the metaphorical sense if not the literal. A folder of documents from my previous job that had no reason to exist anymore. At the bottom of the box, tucked inside a book I hadn’t opened in three years, was a photograph.I was twenty-three in it. Standing in front of a lake somewhere in Colorado with two people I’d since lost contact with, squinting into the sun, looking like someone who was doing a reasonable impression of being happy. My hair was shorter. My expression had the unguarded quality of a younger face that hasn’t yet learned to manage itself.I held it for a moment. Then I looked up and found Reed watching me from across the room.“What i
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 20
(Sebastian’s POV)The first of December arrived with the particular confidence of a month that knew exactly what it was. Not Austin’s usual gradual cooling but something more decisive, the air finally committing to cold in the way it had been threatening to for weeks. I woke up to find frost on the windows for the first time since Reed had been here, thin and delicate, catching the early light in ways that made the apartment feel briefly enchanted.Reed was at the window. Of course he was. But he wasn’t watching the street. He was watching the frost.He had one finger pressed lightly against the glass, tracing the edge of a crystal formation with the careful attention he gave things he was encountering for the first time. His breath made small clouds in the cold air near the pane. He didn’t seem to notice. He was entirely absorbed.I watched him from the couch for a long moment before I said anything. There was something about catching him like this, unobserved, fully inside his own e
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 19
(Sabastine’s POV)The end of the third week arrived on a Sunday, the way endings and beginnings always do — quiet, unhurried, wearing the same clothes as all the other days.I woke up on the couch with November light coming through the window at the particular low angle of mornings that had finally committed to being cool. Reed was already up. He always was. But this morning he wasn’t at the window — he was in the kitchen, and when I pushed myself upright and rubbed my eyes, I could hear something I hadn’t heard before.The sound of someone making breakfast who knew what they were doing.I went to the kitchen doorway and stopped.Reed was at the stove. Actually cooking. With the focused competence he brought to every new thing he decided was worth mastering — spatula in hand, eggs in the pan, toast in the toaster, coffee already done. He hadn’t looked up. He was watching the eggs with absolute professional attention.I stood in the doorway and watched him.He’d been studying, I realiz
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 18
(Sabastine’s POV)The question of what Reed was — who Reed had been — sat in the back of my mind all through the first week of November.I didn’t tell him I was looking into it. Partly because I wasn’t sure what I would find. Partly because I wasn’t sure he wanted to know, in the way that some people don’t want to find lost things because the finding means confronting the shape of what was lost. He’d told me in the rain, carefully and quietly, that he thought he’d been human once. He hadn’t followed that with a request for investigation. He’d just — told me. Given it to me to hold.So I held it. And looked, quietly, on the side.I was good at finding things. It was part of what made me useful in my work — the ability to pull information from adjacent sources, to see which threads connected, to understand a system well enough to find the thing it was hiding without announcing that you were looking. I applied the same method here. Carefully. Without promising anything.What I found was
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 17
(Sabastine’s POV)It rained for three days at the start of November.Austin rain was not a gentle thing — it arrived with full confidence, heavy and persistent, turning the streets into moving water and keeping the city mostly indoors. My apartment, which had excellent windows, became a kind of fish tank for a long November weekend, rain streaking down the glass, the city outside going soft and gray and patient.Reed loved it.I hadn’t anticipated that. I’d assumed the weather would be neutral to him — not relevant, not experienced the way it was by someone who had to go out in it. But from the first morning of the rain, he’d been at the window with an intensity that was different from his usual watching. Something in him was responding to it in a way that I couldn’t quite name but could clearly see.“You like the rain,” I said, on the second morning.“Yes,” he murmured, not turning from the window.“Why?”He was quiet for a moment. Then: “It makes everything smaller,” he said. “The w
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 12
(Sabastine’s POV)Three days after Franklin Holt appeared in the lobby, Reed told me what he’d been holding back.It happened in the morning, which was when the real things happened between us — when the sleep-rough quiet of the apartment made space for honesty in a way the rest of the day didn’t a
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 11
(Sabastine’s POV)Nine days in, and the first real danger found us. I hadn’t predicted the direction it would come from. I’d been half-watching for Reed to lose control, for his hunger to turn outward in some way I wouldn’t know how to handle, for some proof of what he actually was that would remin
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 10
(Sabastine’s POV)I made a mistake on that Sunday. The quiet kind. The kind that sneaks up wearing the face of a normal afternoon.My college friend Jasper was passing through Austin on one of his spontaneous road trips — the kind that only Jasper could organize and execute, built on impulse and th
Satisfying My Hungry Succubus Chapter 9
(Sabastine’s POV)Six days in, and I was learning the language of him.Not his words — those were coming along, slowly and carefully, like someone finding a path in an unfamiliar wood, testing each step before trusting their weight to it. I mean the other language. The one written in everything els
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