“No? No,” she screeched, “You don’t get to say no to me. I summoned you here. I own you. You will do my bidding and that is to keep his old wrinkled ass alive until I get all the money moved into off shore accounts.”
Horatio eyed Lenora with pure hatred, “Summoned? You summoned me?” that explained his uncontrollable need to be there. He took a step closer to the overly made up, silicone enhanced, gold digger, “Let me guess, you poked around on Google or some shit and what? What was it? How to summon a demon?” Leona’s eyes narrowed in rage. “Were you specific? Did you ask for an incubus?” She was the color of ash as he continued. “I’m right. Did you read the part where you can call upon an incubus, but you cannot control it? No? You may have called for me, but that does not mean that I must do your bidding. You did not do enough research, my dear. An incubus may answer a summons, but that does not mean they will do as they are asked. You want me to keep Arthur alive, but Arthur wants to be released from his frail, twisted body. I will not force more time on this man for your gain. He will live out his remaining days as he is. And, Mrs. James, there aren’t many sunsets left for him.”
“You will regret this,” Leona hissed. “You have not seen the last of me. I will get what I came for.”
“Not from me,” Horatio jeered as he waved her away. “Leave.”
Adam stepped closer to Leona forcing her to shift in the direction of the door, “This isn’t over, you monster,” she bellowed as Adam continued to forcefully guide her out the door.
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