Lacey reached out and wound her fingers around my wrist. “Peyton, please! Just tell me.” I could see that my silence worried her, almost as much as her other concerns it seemed. I licked my lips, buying myself a few more seconds while I worked out the best way to tell her. As it turns out, that wasn’t enough time. Instead of finding a tactful way to ease her into it, I just blurted it out. “You’re a succubus,” I stated flatly. I didn’t want her to think I was kidding. But she did anyway. “Peyton, I’m serious!” she declared. I could tell she was near tears. “I am serious, Lace. Why on earth would I choose something like that to joke about?” “But those things aren’t even real,” she reasoned. I could see a gleam of something in her eye, however, that said it fit. “I didn’t think they were either.” “How would you even know about something like that? I mean, why am I even asking you?” I shrugged. “I have no idea. I was kinda wondering the same thing.”
