1. The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 25-29


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    make a comment. Two police officers are stationed outside a door, and it doesn’t take a genius to know that Johnathan is behind this one. They are on their feet when we approach. “How’s he doing?” Jewkes asks the one on the left. The other officer glances my way, and I know he recognizes me. This might turn sour. “The doctors say he only has a couple hours to live, and he’d be best served to be put down peacefully, as if he were some kind of dog.” From his tone, I know he doesn’t like the idea. “There may be another option,” Jewkes says evenly, staring straight ahead at the door now. “ Him ?” the other officer snarls. Apparently he recognizes me too. “Look at it this way, Anderson,” Richard faces him squarely, “if we help him, then all the better. If not, then he’s no worse off now than he was before.” The two guarding officers stare at each other for a moment, before Richard pushes his way past. The two officers don’t try to stop us as we follow their captain, though they glare fiercely as the five of us head into the room. We walk through in single file, and the captain turns back to close the door. “No one enters as long as we’re in here,” he states to the guards before turning back to face us. “Do what you need to do.” I see so much hope in his eyes, that I’m determined not to let him down. Turning back to the bed further in, I notice for the first time the stench laying heavily in the air. The sickly sweet scent of burned flesh. Machines beep in one corner, and the ...
    wounded man is covered in bandages from top to bottom. The news plays quietly on a small TV on the opposite wall. Standing by his bedside, I look down, and can barely hear his rattling breath escaping around a tube in his mouth. Filling my lungs, I concentrate on the unconscious man, willing him back to health. Nothing happens. Placing my hands lightly on his bandaged chest, I send out my will again, but with the same results. “What’s wrong?” Becky asks me. “I don’t know. Nothing’s happening,” I tell her. “What did you do when you healed me?” Brooke asks. Thinking back, I remember holding the redhead in my arms, crying over her inert form, and bending down to kiss her. Something tells me the kiss was merely the catalyst, and there must be something more. Thinking of how Shemhazau had healed her. . . . Just that quickly, Murasame is on my hip. You have to be emotionally invested, he informs me. That makes sense. He had been angry with the assassin mermaid that’d helped kill his wife when he’d restored her fingers, and I love Brooke. But I’m neither angry, nor in love with this man. Any emotion works. The stronger the feelings, the more powerful the healing. “Tell me about him,” I order Jewkes, my voice growing firm again. “What?” he asks in confusion, and I repeat myself. “Well. . . .” The police captain begins to tell me about how hard working Johnathan Stokes is, about his third wife Amy and their one child, a daughter, and other aspects of the cop’s life. This man had been hurt ...
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