The house felt oddly empty. In reality it was actually less empty than it had been for a long time but that did nothing to change how Marsha felt. She felt the absence of Cora keenly. If she was entirely honest with herself it was alarming how intense her feelings were, how attached she had become to the demon. How much she wanted Cora's attention.
Her yearning to be touched.
So much of her mental landscape was now taken up by the unusual demon she had only just recently met. Just hearing her name spoken by someone ignited a burst of affection and need. She was a succubus. Not some mortal lovesick girl. This was not the side of this experience she was supposed to be on. Never before had Marsha needed someone’s approval so much and feared the idea of losing it. For a demon Cora was surp
