Sebastian

defensive.
    The cocky grin took on a hint of mean. "Got the look of it. So…"
    Those blue eyes never left her face, but she could have sworn she'd been stroked from breasts to hips, and his hands knew every curve she had. Except for Sebastian, she'd never met an incubus, but she was certain she was looking at one now. The experience was… unsettling… in a way that made her feel ripe and female.
    "Who's your friend?" the incubus asked.
    "I'm the lady's friend ," Jeb growled.
    Nadia blinked. Had she just heard Jeb—solid, reliable Jeb—claim her like some meaty bone? As if some young man, even if he was an incubus, would have any interest in having a romp between the sheets with a woman old enough to be his mother.
    She looked into those blue eyes again—and felt her heart flutter and her face heat. Guardians and Guides, he was interested!
    "Were here to visit my nephew," she said firmly, ready to blame the streetlights or the walk here to justify any blaze of embarrassment coloring her face. When he smirked, making it clear he heard variations of that statement all the time, she added, "Sebastian."

    The incubus jumped as if she'd whacked him with a broom.
    "You're Sebastian's auntie?" His voice rose to a squeak. I am.
    "Daylight!"
    "Who are you?"
    "Teaser. Ma'am. Auntie, ma'am." He looked around, his expression on the edge of desperate. "Here, now, why don't I take you up to Philo's, and then I'll have a look around for Sebastian. He's here somewhere. Better be," he added under his breath.
    He was even more appealing when he was flustered, Nadia decided as she and Jeb followed the incubus down the street. More… human in a way she understood. And more comfortable to be around.
    "What about Lynnea?" Nadia asked. "Where is she?"
    "At Philo's," Teaser replied.
    "Is she well?"
    "She's doing fine. Gets pretty scrappy if I leave the towels on the bathroom floor or forget to rinse out the tub. Do all human women get scrappy about things like that if you're not giving them sex?" Teaser paused. "Of course, she gets scrappy about those things with Sebastian, and he is giving her sex. Uh…"
    Nadia sighed. Before he'd known she was Sebastian's aunt, he would have said all kinds of things to her.
    Now just the mention of sex had him blushing like a schoolboy. "Being an aunt doesn't make me less of a woman," she muttered.
    "It's different," Teaser muttered in return.
    "How?"
    "I don't know. It just is."
    It was astonishing to discover incubi could be… What was the phrase she'd heard Sebastian mutter on occasion? Prissy prigs. Yes, that was it. Prissy prigs.
    Maybe in another day or two she'd see the humor in that.
    "What are those ?" Jeb asked as they approached four large, shaggy, horned creatures standing just beyond a courtyard filled with tables and chairs.
    "Bull demons," Teaser replied, then added, "I hope William Farmer brought eggs in that last wagon of supplies."
    Before Nadia could ask what eggs had to do with such dangerous-looking creatures, Teaser raised his voice and said, "This is Sebastian's auntie, who's come for a visit and a bite to eat. So you just find a table and wait your turn—and don't go bellowing and give her a sour stomach."
    The shaggy creatures stared at her.
    "Om-e-let?" one rumbled.
    "She doesn't want your omelet," Teaser said. "Just go sit down." He pulled out a chair at an unoccupied table and smiled at Nadia. "This is a good spot."
    lor what ? she wondered, noticing the closest statue. And also noticing that Jeb's face was turning bright red as he looked around. The carpetbag slipped from his hand and landed on the flagstones with a thump.
    Nadia set her basket on the table and just stared at the statues. All those years when Lee had come to the Den and had laughed at her concern that he might be too young…
    Mother, if I wanted to be wild and wicked, I wouldn't go to the Den. Sebastian's worse than a spinster aunt twice over when it comes to my doing anything you might disapprove of.
    She should have known a son would be less than truthful about things like that. And it didn't look like a young man of tender years would have to do anything but look around in order to have an interesting education.
    Dark. Decadent. But…
    Her heart jumped into her throat when a bellow was abruptly cut off. "Oh, dear. That bull demon just smacked another one on the nose."
    The people at the other tables tensed, ready to flee at the first sign of a fight breaking out.
    Then Lynnea stepped out of a