“Know what?” I demanded and got to my feet.

Scowl firmly in place, Lachlan finally spoke. “Are you familiar with the term, cambion?” 

“Not a clue.”

He huffed air out noisily through his nose, pushed his fingers through his hair, and lowered his body onto the bench near Komen. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. As he looked up to meet my gaze, I couldn’t help but wonder if the distance he put between us had been on purpose.

“Demons are sterile.” He began. “In order to have children the majority of them engage an incubus and succubus to act as surrogates that retrieve, alter, and implant the necessary sperm.”

“Sounds romantic. Why go through the...

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