You think she's spying to see if you can still run things?" asked Roman.
"I'm certain of it. I want you to follow her around and see who she reports back to. I'd do it myself, but it's better if I don't appear suspicious. So I need to stay visible."
"Lovely," said Roman, voice as dry as his father's. "There's nothing I want to do more than trail a succubus around."
"From what I hear, you're pretty good at it," I piped in. It was true. Roman had stalked me invisibly a number of times. Lesser immortals like me couldn't hide the telltale signature that wreathed all of us, but Roman had inherited that ability from Jerome, making him the perfect spy.