Miaka’s P.O.V“Kaleb Takeshi; height six feet two, grey eyes with central heterochromia; age : twenty years.” Kathy turned her laptop towards me with an image of Kaleb on the screen. “This him?”“Yes.” I nodded, frowning. “So…nothing fishy about him?”“Oh, absolutely everything about him seems fishy. Shady even.” Albert Hemsworth, the man in charge of security for the healer facility and the person who helped me find the location of the warehouse, spoke with a sly smirk. “All these records…they didn’t exist until two years ago.”“What?” Kathy and I exchanged glances. “How?”“Someone hacked into the system two years ago and made a bunch of non-existent people profiles that didn’t exist before then. If you hadn’t gotten me the DNA sample, I don’t think any of us would’ve guessed eithe

Miaka’s P.O.VI looked around the apartment as Kaleb went to the kitchen to get that coffee. Apparently he didn’t drink alcohol, so he said he needed coffee to listen to the rest of my theory.It wasn’t a big place, but since I was used to living at the palace, I pretty much considered everything else small.The kitchen was right opposite to the sitting area and had a counter with two chairs in front of it serving as the dining area. The living room had two couches and a small wooden centre table. The pictures of Kaleb, his sister and his parents were on the wall behind me. To my left were two doors that I assumed were the bedrooms, with possibly en-suit bathrooms. And that was pretty much everything in the house.For a secret lair, this seemed normal and the touches of portrait, a couple dried out plants on the kitchen window…they gave it a sense of home. A home that wasn’t frequented as often anymore, sinc

Miaka’s P.O.VThe ‘card’ was an old fashioned scroll made of pure gold and the writings were burned onto it, making it look even more ominous. The time for running has passed.“I need to speak to Rihero.” I told Grapy as she twiddled with one of her rings nervously.“No!” She stood up from her chair instantly. “You will not go near that bastard! God knows what his intentions are.”“I think his intensions are very clear.” I threw the scroll onto the floor, gritting my teeth in frustration.Rihero wasn’t thinking straight and he was driving me just as crazy. I need to sort this before he did something stupid.Getting up from my chair opposite Grapy and Rain, I rushed out of the parlour and headed straight for my room, ignoring the calls from my grandmother and my Knight. I had been sitting around for way too long.Shutting my door, I went and sat on

Kaleb’s P.O.V The call came at six in the evening, just as I had stepped into my prison house on Princep Street. “Your presence is requested at the Headquarters by 9PM.” It was a curt phone call, no details and no explanations, but I had a bad feeling about it. I had been violating too many protocols and it was only a matter of time before I was ‘taken care of’, like so many others before me. Working for the League might seem appealing at first, but it became a clash of morals right after you witness the blood and the gore. A sudden pain in my arm had me doubling over on the floor. It was a second of excruciation before it numbed to a dull throb. This had never happened before. The pain always lasted longer, but I had a suspicion it had something to do with the Demon King’s blood in my veins. I made my way over to the couch in the living area and crashed onto it, feeling exhausted and numb all over. Once I had my breath under

Miaka’s P.O.V“How long before I stop healing instantly?”I didn’t understand the question until I smelled dried blood from all over him. The scent was familiar and it made my heart race in not a good way.“How did you get hurt?” I slammed my car door shut and rushed over to him.“I got called in to HQ today, by two of the heads.” Kaleb removed his jacket to show me the still wet patch on his lower abdomen. “I got off easy, but I think one of the other guards suspects something. He stabbed me before he left.”“You got stabbed and yet you let the other guy go?” I asked him incredulously. “Why?”“How did you know if I let him go?” Kaleb frowned, his features in partial darkness from the overhead lights outside his apartment.“Because your blood is the only scent I’m getting.” What I didn’t add was how