A bitter pang of jealousy, swiftly quashed. She was a Fiend with Benefits (as she'd called herself) - nothing more. I had no more claim to her than I had to the sun. No matter how I might feel about her, she was not and would never be mine. She was a demon, a Succubus, roaming, true to her nature. How could I expect her to... change?
Intense black loneliness descended on me.
I stared out into the night.
And suddenly, the desire to see Caitlyn again eroded what little of my strength remained.
It was a stupid idea, but I couldn't put it aside.
I felt an overwhelming physical need to go to her.
I had to at least check that she was okay.
I knew there'd be hell to pay later, but in the here and now of my horrible isolation that seemed... unimportant, somehow.
I couldn't rest, couldn't m
