The succubus lunged forward as her companion went for the door, but a step closer from Sasha and a wave of his gun kept her in place.
After Jim ushered the victim out of the room, Nathan readied his own gun to fire and get things over with, but something about the way Sasha and the succubus stared at each other made him pause. The succubus seemed transfixed by Sasha. Then Nathan realized why, and he worried for the briefest moment again of betrayal.
In both Sasha and the succubus’ eyes was a clear sign of recognition.
“Sasha...dear. Still following in Daddy’s footsteps, I see,” she said, speaking casually despite the tension in her body. She had the whole package, so to speak, but something in her expression repulsed Nathan. She looked mid-twenties, and absolutely flawless, but Nathan knew that this hag could be as ancient as stone and just as cold.