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were half-human, half-Succubae, known simply as Halflings. In exchange for the Sucubatti sheltering men viewed by Incubatti as traitors, the Benefactors agreed never to collect sex energy again.
    “My dear, do you have time to visit little ole me?” he asked.
    “Always.” Zoey said with a sigh. The Professor was too gentle to order her to do anything. Every Hunter was assigned a guardian, a full blood Succubus capable of helping them balance the sex energy. The Benefactors were also assigned Halflings, and he was her guardian. She never told him no. “Eric has the car. Let me change clothes, and I’ll run over.”
    “Eric. The human boyfriend?”
    “You know very well who Eric is.”
    “The human you abandoned me for a year ago. Interesting you made it this long.”
    “He might be proposing soon,” she said, irritated at his bemusement. The Professor had stopped openly mocking her for wanting to distance the rest of her life from her professional one, but he still got his digs in when he could.
    “Proposing what?” he asked politely.
    “Marriage.”
    “Aaahhhh. I believe I should congratulate you.” There was disbelief in his voice.
    Zoey hung up on him. She stripped on her way to the bedroom and tossed the wet clothing. She’d be soaked by the time she got to the Professor’s Victorian-style house on the outside of campus. She dressed in leggings and a long-sleeve t-shirt then packed a change of clothes and slung them on her back. Pulling on a hat and running shoes, she paused by the front door to gaze at the collage of pictures on one wall.
    They were all of her and Eric from the past year. Photographs from major holidays with his family, a summer vacation, his graduation from college. With sandy blond hair and dark eyes, Eric had a brilliant smile that lit up a room and a gentle heart. He wasn’t athletic or overweight. He worked as an accountant for a local insurance company. Everything about him screamed normal.
    His mother had let it slip he wanted to propose soon. Zoey was at first thrilled then horrified. Eric had no idea what she was or what she did.
    She left the apartment, troubled. She loved what she had with Eric. Their relationship was simple. Eric grounded her, kept her from being absorbed into the Sucubatti society like the rest of the girls. She was the only one who lived off campus, the only one with a life that didn’t revolve around the otherworldly society that sucked her in when she was ten. She remembered her foster home fondly, before she was yanked away and dumped into the Sucubatti society. She’d found a peaceful place again and didn’t want anything to change.
    She ran along the street instead of the flooded sidewalks this time. There was less water on the street, and she arrived to the Professor’s with socks that were dry. Satisfied, she trotted up the stairs to his restored Victorian house and knocked on the door.
    It opened to reveal a butler almost older than the Professor. Zoey walked in, wiping her nose on her t-shirt. The butler teetered away while she went to the restroom on the bottom floor. The décor of the house was masculine: dark woods, earth tone furnishings and heavy furniture. Changing quickly, she went to the office where she knew she’d find the Professor.
    He glanced up from a large desk. What hair he still had was shaved. Tall with a lean frame, he resembled an aged George Clooney with sparkling, dark eyes. It was hard to remember his age with the Incubus charisma that still trickled off him, despite giving up sex energy for a hundred years. One of his hands clutched a cigar. She loved the scent of it, masculine yet sweet. His Incubus power wound though her senses, wrapped Zoey in a warm blanket and lured her into a sense of security she suspected was purposeful.
    She dropped into the comfortable leather chair in front of his desk.
    “Hey, kiddo.” He said drily in the voice that skittered across her nerves and made her body warm from the