Mated To Valentine
he says, picking up a knife and twirling it between his fingers, "one particularly dumbass member decided to summon a demon. You know, for science or whatever the hell they thought they were doing. And, surprise surprise, it went horribly wrong."
I stare at him. "A demon?"
"Yup." He flips the knife once, catching it smoothly. "And it didn’t want to go back. Demons don’t like being summoned. It’s like getting yanked out of bed and forced into a terrible party where everyone’s trying to get something from you. So naturally, it started killing people."
My stomach tightens. "Achilles—"