“Jesus—sorry, I meant…” she choked. “I thought Incubi had to feed more often than that.” Shrugging, he tucked his hands back into his pockets. “Our appetites and needs vary. Though I admit, I’ve probably pushed myself beyond what’s… healthy for my kind.” “No wonder you made this addendum to our bargain. You were getting desperate.” She’d meant it as a joke, but Silas’ expression darkened. “If I’d wanted to feed, I would have,” he said firmly. “But I didn’t want to until you strode into my office.” Ivy gaped, but before she could respond, Silas turned away from her.
