Alpha's Second Choice
At sixteen, she sat cross-legged beside a pillar of moon kelp, nose deep in The Hierarchies of Hell: Demon Ranks and Powers, her fingers trailing over an ancient diagram of a horned prince, when she heard the voice.
"You read demonology in your free time, little siren?"
Jo’s spine stiffened. She hadn’t sensed anyone. No vibrations. No ripples.
She looked up.
A man stood there. Not a boy, no, he was tall, lean but powerful, with an otherworldly stillness. His hair was black as volcanic glass, and his eyes, light, startling blue, studied her with a kind of amused intensity.
Jo stood, tucking the book protectively under her arm. "I don’t speak to strangers. Please excuse me, sir."
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