Page 8 of The Succubi's Choice

“She’s mine,” the banshee repeats, a frisson of worry crossing his face. “She’s mine.”

The goth girl slowly gets up, crosses to him and stands behind him, trailing a hand on the banshee’s back. It’s a small, intimate movement, and the banshee’s face softens in return.

A relationship between a banshee and a human isn’t something that Miri has heard of happening before, as they are considered generally harmful to humanity and their sanity, but…

Again, Katya takes a deep breath, and that is enough to show Miri that’s she’s rattled. “Per regulation, you can’t own —“

The banshee flinches back, a hand going and grabbing the girl by her wrist, something between protectiveness and panic, and Miri puts her hand up. “We’re not saying you can’t be together, just...just the language has to be legally appropriate.”

The banshee wrinkles its nose at her, a clear dismissive motion. “You can’t talk, feeder.”

She blinks at him, taken aback. “Well.”

The goth girl puts her finger to her lips, then unclips her headphones and, tentatively, Miri follows her lead. “We’re getting married,” she says, with a dream-like smile. “We’re already planning it and…”

“Oh Jesus Christ, just sign this,” Miri blurts out, thrusting the clipboard into her hands.