“So you lay with an incubus, my lady. I never knew my wife could be this vulgar.”
Just because she claimed she’d dreamed of a demon, the husband who had been tender to her throughout their marriage changed in an instant. Nive endures a life as fragile as a candle about to gutter out, treated as less than an animal.
Then a man appears like salvation in the midst of that life—Delpion. Drawn helplessly to his mysterious, languid air, Nive continues her sinful relationship with the incubus, until both body and heart are stained with desire…
“Do you call the one you love a savior?”
And so, to survive, she had no choice but to take the savior’s hand.
Even if it was impure.
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