Third pov

In the dimly lit throne room, laughter spilled through the air, mingling with the heavy scent of incense and rich wine as four people lounged together below.

Three of them laughed and joked, glasses of wine in their hands.

Two were women—twins. Ivy and Isla.

They were identical in every way: long red hair, bright green eyes, faces and bodies sculpted to make anyone, man or woman fall at their feet without a second thought.

They were known as the Red Succubi, female demons who seduced men and ended their lives with smiles on their lips.

And the red in their name wasn’t just for their hair or...