He couldn't say a word in response to what the succubus queen had just told him.
The room was quiet. The soft glow of the streetlights filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the floor.
Alex could still feel the faint, lingering ache behind his eyes, the ghost of the coma that had held him for a week.
"When?" he finally asked. His voice was still rough and raspy from not talking in a long time.
Liza didn't hesitate. 'Now.'
Alex stared at the ceiling. "Now? You're still recovering. We need to prepare, no?"
'No, every hour I stay inside you brings you closer to the next side effect.' Liza said. Her voice was calm, but there was a determination underneath it that he had never heard before. 'The coma was the gentle warning, Alex. We don't know what might happen next....'
He let her words settle. She was right. He could still remember the sharp pressure behind his eyes, the sudden blackout. If that was the gentle warning, he didn't want to see the real thing.
