Lilitu: The Memoirs of a Succubus
“I don’t know what Salem sees in you, my hollow-headed friend. Do you still miss your family?”
The question came without warning. My guts knotted, my throat caving in. She was trying to disarm me, to upset me, and it was working. “Yes.” Then, before I could stop myself: “Do you miss yours?”
The queen’s eyes pinched, but she smiled, as if pleased to have finally aroused my anger. “Oh, no. Never.” Her grotesquely long nails dug into her thighs. “I will not miss my mother, constantly mourning my father years after his death. I will not miss Alice, or, as Mother always called her, ‘Good, sweet Alice,’ so very tender, so very good at comforting mother like the sycophant she is . . . was. I will n
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