I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists? — Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists? — Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists? — Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists? — Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists? — Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
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I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

— Richelle Mead, Succubus Heat
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