Chapter Nine
MAY DIED SLOWLY, WITHERING like a dead leaf.
The oncoming summer heat left nothing of spring save a few dampened memories. The succubus visited Lucas every third night since the final rainstorm. He felt a deep burning shame at his body’s betrayal. He had yet to redeem himself sexually with Tamsen although she had made several efforts.
She tried so passionately that he thought this might be her way of reassuring him of his manhood. He supposed he ought to be grateful for the gesture. Perhaps there might be some long term healing that would come from her constant steady urging but whatever the reason, the effort tasted of deceit and pity.
She was tired of him. He could not blame her. The impotence left him weary and confused. Tamsen tried but could not help. She often felt t
