*Andy's POV*

I watched Oona's hips as she walked to the mirror, touched it with her fingertips, then blinked away, elsewhere. I stared at the mirror, my thoughts and feelings exploding like popcorn in a microwave.

This fucking sucked. I liked things to be under control, or at least I wanted to have some idea what was going on, what I should do next. But this was a complete clusterfuck, a total disaster. Not only did supernatural, metaphysical stuff exist, I had gone ahead and fucked it. And damned if I didn't know in my gut I was going to try and fuck her again, too, despite the consequences. Shit.

Which reminded me; I wasn't even really human. Grampy was an incubus, in theory. Ok, sure, and what if I went with that theory? And somewhere in the mix was a motherfucking angel?

I grabbed my phone. Nine generations... That was 1/512, which was... 0.205%? Ok, that wasn't too bad. Hopefully I wouldn't attract any notice or manifest anymore weird shit. Seemed like Oona didn't really know the significance of the whole angel thing, other than that I shouldn't tell anyone. Like I had any idea where to even start with any of this.

More pressing was the whole I-am-25%-sex-demon thing, which had led to a number of problems. For one, I had just become the mate of a succubus who had been stalking me for years, and was in love with me. It was also originally what made me 'abnormally attractive,' or so I gathered, which was what got Oona's attention in the first place. That led to Oona implanting me with her damned seed. And thus I had cheated on Juliet with a succubus, making me so transcendentally attractive I couldn't even leave the house to get food or toilet paper. Great, very practical. And if I didn't fall in love with Oona and take her as my demon-mate via some weird ritual in the next twelve days, she'd die. Thanks, Dad, for the genetic contribution.

I went to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and look at my reflection again. "Shit," I said softly. It was sort of like I was pre-photoshopped. I looked healthy and vital, even though, right then, I felt worried. My hair was perfect. My skin looked great: not a zit in sight, I was lean and cut. When I started to get hard just from looking at my own reflection, I freaked out a little and went back to sit on the bed. Oona was right; I couldn't leave the house or be photographed.

I lit a cigarette and thought about Oona. It was hard not to think about her body, because it was fucking amazing and it felt so good. I didn't really know her, but I thought I liked her; I was unreasonably excited to see her tomorrow. But I wouldn't leave Juliet for her.

Juliet was my Dragonfly. I loved her and I was happy with her, I loved our life together. I didn't know what to do.

I didn't want Oona to die. But I'd cheated on Juliet. Now I'd have to tell her, not only that I'd been unfaithful and couldn't seem to stop, but that I was part demon? Memories of the two of them flashed through my mind, and I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my head in my hands.

I fucking loved Juliet, so much. I really liked Oona, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. But I didn't love her, I'd only really known her a few hours. It was impossible to tell how I really felt about her, I knew that she had put that 'seed' in my ear, and I knew it had to be messing with my head. I knew damned well that all those protective feelings, the way I missed her now, the way I had wanted her to stay just to cuddle, how I had settled into processing her thoughts and feelings as a sort of new dimension of communication, and now how I felt so lonely, it must have come from the seed.

I still intended to do the right thing, and figure out a way to save her life. It just made things more confusing internally. It also had to be the reason I wanted her so badly, god fucking damn it! I loved Juliet! When would I be able to think of Jules and get off again?

I felt wetness on my palms and realized I'd cried a bit. Fucking Christ! I sat up, wiped my hands off, and finished my cigarette, stubbing it out angrily. I was too tired to solve this right then; I needed more sleep. I went and opened the bedroom door, hoping Crow and Femme would come keep me company, and laid down to sleep. As I was starting to drift off, it occurred to me that Oona was my only connection to learning about the other part of me I had never known was there. Right before I passed out, I saw Crow pad cautiously into the room. Perhaps Oona wasn't the only link...