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I left Madam Curie’s business with a lighter pocket book and a heavier heart. The locket sat in my pocket and I grasped the card in my hand as I slid into the seat of my car. Surprisingly all four tires remained, and I drove off with dark, brooding thoughts boiling in my mind. My two fates were prominent among those thoughts.
“Death or him,” I muttered to myself.
Those were my two options. To accept death while still in the prime of my life or to accept him and become a monster. Neither option was very appealing, particularly as I didn’t know the particulars of either of them. I mean, what did it mean to become a succubus? Was that a job title, or a hobby? On the other hand, which direction would I go if I did kick the bucket right then? Would I take the express elevator to h
