Chapter 8

Lancelin’s P.O.V “A red lipstick from my luxury line deluxe edition?” Amber Rose Verborg, the CEO of one of the famous luxury make-up brands in the UA, Esteem Amber, a part-time supermodel and a Succubus, a female Incubus, raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at me from the opposite side of the table. “Is there a problem?” I asked her, trying to give away anything that would raise unwanted interests in my personal life. “Absolutely not.” Amber Rose smiled widely and tilted her head to the side making her auburn curls brush her exposed shoulders. “However, I will need specifics.” I was currently at the La Donna Deluxe Hotel in Queens, New York, on a dinner date discussing business and family matters.  To outsiders, it may look like we were on date but we weren’t actually. Amber Rose was my cousin, my maternal uncle’s daughter and she was currently running a very successful make-up company. She was also a big gossip and the main source of information for my extended family. “What kind of sp