No one knew what strange thing he might summon while posing as a succubus. A demon? More succubi?
Should I try it?
Just as Annan was tempted, someone suddenly pounded on the stone house's door. "Olmedo Just Right, give me back my stuff!"
Click—
Annan opened the door and asked, puzzled, "What stuff?"
"My Limited Edition Annan Figurine!"
"I don't have it. Lady Biross took it."
Annan thought the incubus would leave after that, but she forced her way inside and swept her gaze around the stone house.
"I told you, it's not here—"
"Annan!"
Annan turned his head on instinct. Halfway through, he caught himself and muttered, "Annan? That Human Thing from Free City? Where is he?"
Rus narrowed her eyes. "Stop pretending. I know it's you..."
"Aren't you an incubus? How come you seem even more chaotic than us succubi?" Annan didn't know what had given him away, but he was determined to deny it. He shut the door behind her.
The incubus might have adored his figurine, but she hadn't been tested by time and friendship the way Albeck and Aidan had.
"I'm an incubus. You can't hide—"
"Olmedo Just Right, are you asleep?"
Biross's voice rang out from outside.
Annan, who had remained calm until now, instantly lost his composure. "Biross is here! Quick, hide!"
"Why should I hide?"
"If Lady Biross sees you in my room this late at night, what will she think of me? What will she think of me?"
"Why is it all about you?"
The incubus was pushed behind the door, half protesting, half going along with it. It was the only place to hide in the tiny house.
Annan was betting that the house was too small for Biross to come inside.
He shot the incubus a warning look, took