Incubus

| Thirty-Eight |

     I grasped Lucky's wrist reflexively. I had hoped I would receive the usual wave of reassurance I got whenever I touched him, but I was sure he was too worried himself to help me. I accepted that I was probably going to die today. But, there was nothing I could do about it. I was only a mere human compared to everyone on this property. Mr. Knight's accusation about me was still nagging in the back of my mind.

   Maybe I wasn't human?

   Lucky said he was lying, but he wasn't there to see the surprise cross Mr. Knight's face after he analyzed the blood test. I honestly believed him. I couldn't think of a reason why he would lie. I just didn't know what I was, and that terrified me. My whole life could have been a lie.

   "What do we do?" I asked in a voice just above a whisper. For all I knew, Lucky's father could hear me. He was literally an incubus king, who knew what he was capable of.

   Although I should have been focused on my impending death, I couldn't help but feel nervous about meeting Lucky's father. What if he doesn't like me, seemed like an irrelevant question in this situation. For a brief moment I tried to imagine what our lives would be like if we were both human. Maybe we wouldn't be together if we were? It would be wrong of me to say that our lives would be easy, because they wouldn't be. We'd still be teacher and student but at least his father wouldn't be after my head. I could see us buying a house just outside the city, beside a beautiful lake, starting a family, and growing old together.

   Like we're supposed to.

   But I knew in my heart that wasn't possible, and I hated how much that hurt.

   "It's too late," Lucky whispered. "He has already sensed us."

   Marisole and Lucky stood at my sides as we faced the door. My hand was gripping Lucky's like he was my lifeline. I jumped when Marisole grabbed my other hand.

   "You're going to be fine, sweetie. I promise," she smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly.

   "I hope so," I returned her smile and inhaled a deep breath as I turned towards the door again.

   I don't want to die.

   The door suddenly swung open and my breath caught in my throat at the man who stood at the threshold. My eyes flicked down his tall, slender figure, from his slicked back brown hair to his squeaky clean business shoes; which were probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe combined. His eyes were cold and hard, the same shade as Lucky's, but he seemed to make them look darker. Slight bags hung under them, and laugh lines graced the corners. He was handsome, but I expected nothing less considering he was Lucky's father.

   "Son," he smiled and just like that his entire demeanour changed. "It's good to see you." They simultaneously approached each other before shaking hands and briefly hugging. I watched them pull apart in confusion. He hadn't even looked at me yet. It seemed as if he didn't even notice my presence.

   "It's good to see you too, father." Lucky grinned. Marisole and him had released my hands, leaving an emptiness that held no reassurance.

   "What, I don't get a hug? Missed you too, Asher." Marisole scoffed sarcastically as she crossed her delicate arms.

   "Ah, my love, I missed your attitude." The King, Asher laughed before wrapping the tall blonde in his arms. Marisole's expression brightened before she kissed her lover's lips. It was easy to see that she was helplessly in love with him. I was certain I looked upon Lucky with the same adoration.