Ulysses looked with a half-smile at Father Roland, who was using the power of faith to heal Neem. Roland looked extremely nervous, as if Neem had suffered some catastrophic injury, when in reality she had only been slapped and had her hymen broken.
Yet for a Succubus, such a minor thing could be healed in an instant.
Ulysses flared his nostrils, inhaling the exquisite scent that filled the entire room—the fragrant aroma of pain and guilt, a scent that brought a trace of mockery to his pupils.
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