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[witch_amy]

In the shower, I just stood with my head under the spray, eyes closed. Now that I was by myself, I could feel a slight edge. Like a slight tiredness was trying to creep in, but was being kept away by something. The bond, I’m assuming. Because with everything I’d done lately, both magical and…recreational, ordinarily I would be wiped like whoa

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[bitter_brother]

As soon as Jezebel left, I called to check my messages. One from Andrew, saying that he wanted to hang out sometime soon with me and my roommate who "seemed cool." One from the admissions office, asking me for tuition and one from a voice I'd never heard before. Lilah Morgan, attorney at law for Wofram Anheart. Neither of whom I knew, neither of whom could possibly know about the shopkeeper this early in the game. How did they get my number? Was it a prank call? Because, if so? Lamest ever. I wrote down the number for the lawyer lady and hung up the phone before I even heard the shower turn off.

By the time Amy had toweled herself off (yum) and perfected the "just out of the shower" look, I was already flipping through the cable spectrum. I settled on news (nothing about the shopkeeper) for a moment before switching to Galavision. Yes. Buxom Hispanic women jumping on trampolines. This was true entertainment.

First thing out of Amy's mouth was about Jezebel. Maybe she did want Jez to follow her in there. Maybe she was more into

[witch_amy]

I blinked, tilting my head slightly as I looked at him. There was no way I had heard him say what I thought I had, right? Or at least, he didn’t mean what I thought he meant…
I mean, part of the whole point of binding Jezebal to us was so that we could keep an extra eye on her. If she was just out and about, she could be sucking the life out of more shopkeepers, for all we knew. Or some guy she passes on the street. Or random college guys. Or whoever. Point is, she could be out sucking people. Sure, it was all fine and dandy and happy, electrifying, really really great orgasms with us, amongst other things. But I didn’t even really trust her with Tucker, much less the public at large.

“Wait. She went out as in, you let her go out? Tucker, please tell me you didn’t just let her go about her merry little way. She’s dangerous. I mean we- we have to watch her.”

[bitter_brother]

I turned the TV up a little, dimly aware that I was acting like a petulant little kid, but not really caring. You know that tone of voice that females get? The whining, mocking tone? Well, it makes men's brains shut off and that's just what mine did.

"Tucker?" I heard.

I switched the TV off and looked patiently at her. "What?"

"You let her go out?" Amy repeated, incredulously.

I sighed heavily and put my arms behind my head, "I didn't let her do anything. In case you didn't realize, she could snap my fucking neck. Amy."

Fuck. I mean, I know she's dangerous. But, I also felt capable of instructing her. She was our demon. We'd arranged it pretty well. We control her, she wants power, we share the power -- it all adds up.

"I told her not to kill anyone," I said, matter-of-factly. "And I know she'll come back."

[witch_amy]

I sighed as I looked at Tucker. “I know she could snap your neck, among several other things. I am already painfully aware of that Tucker. That’s about half of the reason why I’m so worried. And she could do the same thing to me, you know?” Crossing the room, I sat down on the edge of the bed, glad he at least had the decency to turn off the tv and give me his attention. Cause that turning the volume up to drown me out shit? SO not gonna fly.

“And do you trust her that much? Enough to be confident that she’ll just do what you ask when out of our sight and then come trotting back?” I mean, Goddess, I knew a guy’s penis made up for a good deal of his decision making sometimes, but come on…
Then again, she was a succubus, so that’s what she was supposed to do, but- /Goddamit, Tucker, use the other head for a little while, will you, please…/