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Tatum Working with this woman was like working with a toddler who threw a tantrum when she didn’t get her way. I wasn’t quite sure what her damn problem was, but I wasn’t going to give into her like everyone else probably had in her life. What bothered me the most was she was a succubi, and those women were usually deadly and dangerous. However, her mentality was different as if she had spent too much time in the human world to be able to understand what she was. That knowledge alone concerned me because what I needed her for was going to be far more dangerous than simply just making sure her shop was taken care of. The almost youthful side to her mind was what perplexed me the most. How a creature as strong as she was was completely oblivious to what she was and who she had to become.