Blood From a Stone,

You can't get blood out of a stone

He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion.   I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. “You understand?” Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.

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Maxine wouldn’t appreciate a visit from a succubus, especially one being tracked by a detective. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed help. Even if that meant getting help from a nun.

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Enough bickering, ladies,” Zack said. “Let’s— hey, is that blood?” He asked, pointing to my jeans. Attention span of a moth…

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I jerked my phone out of my pocket and took a sharp left to follow the bold green line. I didn't fail to notice my walking icon had been replaced with a bicycle. Stupid Google. Doesn't have a "Succubus on Steroids" setting.

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