Erythnul smirked. This one had been just like the girl Harper, so many centuries ago. Perhaps a tad less stoic, but otherwise the same. And this is what had become of her. The demon put one enormous hand on the back of her head, pressing her against the hot, red flesh of his manhood, fully erect once again. The dark presence of his consciousness caressed hers, letting Catherine know her master's pleasure in no uncertain terms.