CHAPTER 12

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania Academy.

Every student stopped whatever they were doing. The chimes of the grandfather’s clock echoed to every nook and cranny of the academy. The goblin professor stopped whatever he was talking about