be queen of the reapers? Have all that responsibility for a world you have only watched from your house and never been in?”
She looks up at the night sky above us. “I may have just watched, but I fell in love all the same. I know where my home is, Daesyn, but do you?”
A longing pounds into my chest. “Yes, but I can never go back. Not ever, Poppy.”
“Why?” she questions.
“That’s enough training today. We should be heading back to get ready for this god damn awful ball today,” I mutter, climbing to my feet.
“Of course,” Poppy replies as she climbs up. She gently touches my shoulder. “Your secrets are safe with me. I just want you to know that. I’m your friend and pretend sister after all.”
“I’ve never really had a friend before,” I truthfully state. Except him who will not be named, but he betrayed me.
“Then I’m honoured to be your first,” she replies, and I laugh.
“You may regret that choice, Pops,” I tell her, and she grins.
“You gave me a nickname, that means we are friends for life,” she tells me, her voice dripping with overexcitement. “Now we have cleared that up—”
“Daesyn Heartlocke, we need to talk.” A man’s voice makes me come to a halt. I slowly turn around to see the man, and I try not to show any fear on my face as I stare at one of only two overlord demons left in the worlds.
Overlord demons are not to be messed with, everyone knows that. They were created to destroy the world, and one is currently a king.
The other is right in front of me, and it’s not the first time that we have met—and I want to punch him.
“Seth,” I coldly reply. “What is an overlord demon doing in the Reaper Realm?”
“I was invited, darling,” he replies, crossing his muscular arms as he leans on the tree. His eyes slowly roll down my body, making me shiver.
“A-an ov-er-erlord demon?” Poppy sputters out. Shit, I forgot she was here.
“Poppy, go back to our room,” I softly tell her, never taking my eyes off Seth. Dressed in an expensive suit, he looks out of place here in the forest. Seth’s white hair is cut shorter than the last time I saw him, but his red eyes are still as haunting as the first time I met him. He is the very definition of a beautiful man.
But a fuck boy nonetheless, which reminds why I don’t like him, and the circumstances of how we met enter my mind, forcing me to remember it all again.
* * *
“Tell me where the fuck he is,” I demand, pressing my dagger deeper into his chest with my foot. I wish I had brought Mossy with me to help me search for his brother, but bringing a fae monkey is a bad idea around this place. I need to fit in, not stick out like a sore thumb. “It’s snowing and I want to get home to watch some Netflix and chill after chasing your sorry ass halfway across a demon compound.”
“Fuck off, you stupid reaper,” he shouts at me.
“I will if you tell me where your brother is. See, my boss wants to know, and I want to get paid,” I remind him. We had this conversation already, but damn, this demon is stupid.
“Blood is stronger than anything you can do to me,” he roars as I press the dagger deeper. I watch him curiously, not really understanding why he would give up his life for his deadbeat brother.
“Your brother killed five human girls, and one of them was half-demon. My boss’s half bastard kid,” I tell him, and his eyes widen in fear. “He sent me to find your brother, and I will do it with or without your help. So tell me where he is.”
“Club Ame,” he splutters. “Now let me go!”
“Nah, I will get a bonus for killing you,” I counter and lift my gun from my side. He screams as I shoot him in the head, a fair and easy death considering how much he has pissed me off tonight. I pull my dagger out of his chest and skip my way back into the street full of demons. I know the club he spoke about, and it won’t be hard to get in.
Ten minutes later, I’m inside the club, and they didn’t even look my way twice or ask how old I am. I’m certain if they knew I’m just sixteen, there is