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Leaving me alone with Anyan

I raisedat ry Instead, his face betrayed a hint of confusion but also a stubborn look like he just wasn’t having any of what I was dishing out

And since what I was dishing out were undoubtedly the lies of a known psychopath, I couldn’t bla his head tohere Gus slept The little stone spirit had had enough drama for the day He didn’t need to be involved in our little Graeme-inspired soap opera

I nodded, and we headed toward Anyan’s front porch Once there, he took one corner of the railing to perch on, and I took the opposite side Our knees were al, and we could see each other’s faces, but othere had space

"What’s going on, Jane?"

Anyan was never one to beat around the bush

"I’m just skeeved out from my run-in with Graeme, earlier He was in my head I still feel… dirty"

"Tomorroe’ll work on soerous Now that he’s in the picture again, we’ll get you protected"

I nodded, avoiding his eyes "Well, I alondered how he did it I mean, how he fed on the women he tortured, since incubi aren’t supposed to be able to feed on pain"

Despitethat Graeme had literally made his victims "want it" totally skeeved me out, on so many levels It was an ultimate act of victimization that made me hate the incubus even more, if that were possible

"Now," Anyan said, his voice lohat else is going on?"

I hugged hter, unsure of what to say

"Spill it, Jane I can hear those brains of yours crunching all the way over here You’re obviously upset, and withI pro like hi the fact I’d just compared him to a vicious sexual predator, was remarkably calm

"Of course not," I replied "I mean, I know you’re not like hione horribly less fun

"But…" I paused to think, and then decided thinking wasn’t going to work So it into submission "But you scare me, to be honest Not the way Grae like him But you’re still… still a lot A lot to handle I don’t -bits stage yet And I can’t believe I just talked about your junk Anyway, I’ you’re not a lot to handle, in the junk department, but I meant ‘a lot’ more as in, like, ‘you’ You’re a lot Just… a lot"

I finally stuck a cork in it, aain, at how much absolute shite could fall out of my own face

Anyan frowned at er, more of concentration as his brain scrambled to tease apart ? my brain wondered as I dropped aze

Who cares? Lick him! my libido answered

Meanwhile, I sat witha bit like a bunny rabbit in the sights of a hunter

Only I kind of like it when it’s Anyan, I realized So I forced rown hot, and I knew things were going to coht that on purpose, my virtue chided, as my libido chortled

Mmm Head, was its only reply