There really isn't a choice in this matter. Now or later, it's going to happen. It's going to happen or a far worse fate awaits them both. Su-jin doubts this Council will simply let them walk out of the West if they fail to make this partnership work. Thus far, there's very little that Su-jin hasn't recovered from. Surely, he can survive long-term exposure to an incubus. No one said they have to live together. Distance will let him recover from the sensory overload that is Vena.

It could work. It will work.

He swallows hard again, eyes still fixed on Vena. Su-jin's hands tighten at the incubus' waist. This will work because they'll make it work. Give and take. Feed on each other for the rest of eternity like an ouroboros. And it all begins now.

"No," he says softly. "You can't simply have me. Teach me."