Her words were directed at the blonde. The killing intent, the anger, the rage that had cracked the floor tiles in the citadel chamber, was hidden now. Suppressed. Folded behind a mask of professional neutrality.
But the succubus felt it.
Her golden eyes widened. Her body trembled against Cruxius's leg, her enormous pale tits shaking, her tail curling.
Cruxius looked between them.
He knew something was fishy here.
He remained silent. His hand still on the mother's nipple, his fingers still pinching. His dark eyes moved from the seer to the succubus to the armed men to the cars.
They had guns.
Multiple. Aimed at his group. Not aggressively, not yet, but present. Visible. A threat that didn't need to be spoken.
He could teleport away.
