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I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like your future. Do you now believe that what I told you is true? That you are changing into a succubus, into my kind?” he asked me.
I scowled at him. “I’m not your kind!” I argued.
When you don’t need them they shall come, and a pair of people happened to pass by us on the path. I sheepishly smiled at the couple, and grabbed the incubus’ arm. I dragged him away from the path and led us through the snow-covered grass to a clump of lonely trees. I dropped my hold on him and spun around to face him with my sternest expression. “I don’t know where you’re getting the idea I want to believe you’re telling the truth, but-”
“My appearance,” he spoke up.
I blinked at him. “What about it?”
“If you did not at least believe a little in me than I w
