“Human enough?” Duncan watched as she considered honesty. “Agnes, neither of us will do you harm. You must know that. I tasted your blood. Tell us.”
“My mama, she tells me never to confess. It is the direst secret of my family.” She turned her face away, studying the wooden-beamed ceiling above her. “Many years before, many generations, my mama’s grandmere’s grandmere lay with the get of Malkin and Lilith. A demonic angel. Ze Incubus, he is sometimes called.” She shrugged. “I have little enough in me, save that I can See. I know things, unbidden. Just know. It is barely enough to protect or preserve. But enough to damn me in ze eyes of ze Church, and those who follow her.”
Duncan smiled. “Remind me, this summer. If we are still sharing this—” He gestured at the wide bed and its well-satisfied occupants. “—then I have a proposal that I think will benefit us all.”
“If I agree,” Nigel said, yawning, “will you shut up and let me sleep, blood-sucker?”Part 4: Obscurity Schism