At its end stood a man whose amber eyes flicked up to Xander’s immediately as he halted his pacing before a door. Xander fell still, but he shouldn’t have feared recognition—he hadn’t taken the form of a village woman and seduced this man away from his post outside the prison, that had only been the work of a succubus he’d summoned. Tilly hadn’t killed the man, apparently, but he was fretting so intently it seemed she hadn’t relieved any of his tension either. “Ah, brightest of morns to you, good sir knight,” Xander said through a grin that felt as fake as a succubus’s breasts. “I’ve come to
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