Erick
“Erick! Brother!”
I turned to face the duo I had least expected to show up at my wedding.
“Lancelin! Acelin! I’m so glad you guys made it.” I gave them both a hug and motioned for a waiter offering champagne flutes.
“No dates?” I asked the brothers. Well, half -brothers actually. Ace and Lance both had the same mother.
“We’ve fed before arriving,” was Lance’s curt answer.
By fed, he didn’t mean blood. It had more to do with the body. Ace and Lance are incubi, s*x demons who feed on the life force of the opposite s*x. I knew it was their source of nutrition, but Lance could be a bit too blunt sometimes.
“Don’t mind the prince,” Acelin cut in with his usual refined cheerfulness. “He seems to have left his good humour back home.”
“Like I keep saying,” Lancelin retorted, “food
