Book Seven: Chapter 193

As usual, dwelling on Lily didn’t help him out. He thought back to all the times she had come to visit him, to keep an old soldier company, as she had said. For the first year or so, he had wondered what her game was, but it occurred to him one day that maybe she was just as lonely as he was. An outsider that didn’t quite fit in with anyone.

No, that wasn’t true. The succubus had a family who accepted her for who she was. Cyrus stopped tapping his fingers and stood as the elevator slowed. Lily didn’t come to visit him because she was lonely. She had come because she knew that he was.

You’re so moody. That’s what she would say right now, and then make a comment about his scrotum, or about how he should hit up the widow down the hall for a blowjob. The woman had brought him cookies a couple of times, but he hadn’t been interested. His attention was typically for the Radley house.

His interest had been academic at first, but that was a lie he still told himself