âExactly.â
Something inside of me snapped. âI canât take it anymore. The stalking and the smiling and theââ
âThe what?â
âThe arrogance. I canât stand the arrogance.â
âItâs not arrogance. Itâs awareness of our connection.â
âDial it back,â I told him. âIf you think you found somethingâa real somethingâletâs have it. Spit it out.â
Sky sighed. âOkay, but you have to promise to give me the benefit of the doubt. Itâs going to sound crazy.â
âCrazier than a cable TV show starring Bryan Cranston?â
He hesitated, looking at me. âTodd Harmon was taken by a succubus.â
âMaybe you misheard me,â I said. âTell me the truth. Iâm waiting.â
âA succubus,â he repeated.
âLike I said, waiting. Because it sounded like you said a succubus.â
âRight. Itâs a female demon who loves sex.â
I nodded. âSounds like Corabelle. She is a female demon who loves sex.â
But Sky had stopped grinning. In fact, his face had lost any trace of humor. Even his gold-flecked eyes had darkened. âTodd is showing every sign.â
âOf another lay,â I said. âMaybe of some party drugs. Even your bullshit Breaking Bad lie made more sense. Howâs that for irony?â
âIâm telling you, itâs succubus addiction,â Sky said. âThatâs why he was gone at night and couldnât focus during the day. Addicts can think of nothing but the succubus whoâs infected them. Nothing else can fulfill them.â
Okay, so Sky was messing with me. I decided to play along, because maybe, at long last, this was a way to glimpse who he really was. âOkay, enlighten me. How do you get a succubus to stop screwing your guy?â
âEasy,â said Sky. âKill her.â
âExcuse me?â I glanced around in case a passerby had heard his plan for paranormal murder.
âYou know, make her dead.â
âI got that. I just didnâtââ
âDirect sunlight burns them. Like vampires.â
My hands flung themselves into the air. âThatâs it. Iâm out of here!â I marched toward my car, fuming. Just my luck that the first guy Iâd been attracted to in . . . well, maybe in forever . . . was this guy. And I still wasnât entirely sure that I wasnât the one he wanted to make dead.
âWait! Jillian, listen.â Sky caught up to me, rattling off information. âOn Thursday, Todd smelled like hellfire, and then he didnât make it to work. That means he had to have first contact before that, on Wednesday. We know he was at work, and the schedule book showed only one new patient that day. Nine oâclock. Jillian, look .â He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, then yanked up his sleeve to show me the words scribbled in thick black on his arm. It was a name: Diane Bedloe . âThereâs your succubus.â
I blinked up at him. âYouâre telling me the truth right now. As in, thatâs actually what you think happened. A female demon sauntered in and kidnapped a gynecologistâs intern.â
âOf course not,â said Sky. âTodd followed the succubus of his own accord.â
âAnd why, exactly, would Todd do that?â
âBecause she kissed him. One taste. Thatâs all it takes.â
âOkay, let me make sure Iâm following.â I started to dig through my bag for my keys. âWednesday, a succubus named Diane Bedloe masquerades as a new patient and kisses Todd Harmon. Thursday, he has breakfast with Corabelle but then tragically stops sexting her. Corabelle sees him Thursday night. He refuses to give her his sweet collegiate man-love.â I snap the bag shut. âThen he takes off Friday morning to follow the succubus.â
Sky nodded. Heâd been nodding the whole time, in