Chapter 18
Josiah stretched, sitting up in the bed. His nose wrinkled. I will never grow accustomed to the stink in this place; a combination of snake, old s*x, and blood. And it's cold. Always cold. Always dark. Though he'd learned to capture light using the demon eyes he'd inherited from his mother, the dim fire didn't give him much to work with. Maybe that's better. I really don't want to see what surrounds me.
Beside him, a girl sat up and he slipped his arm around her shoulders. Succubi aren't so bad, not really. This one seems young and pretty. She reminds me of Annie, except for the eyes and forked tongue. She wanted him too, they all did, but for some reason, he didn't want her. Maybe because she's so much like Annie. But he was willing to cuddle up with her at night, just to ke
