The Demon
He didn’t have enough money, he wanted to eat, and demons belonged to a bonfire.
Or...
“You could pay, Your Highness, and remain a prince. Or even better, put me to work at the royal library. They say it’s a well-paying job.”
I stood there, dumbfounded for a few minutes. He seemed so calm, so self-assured—confident that I was in his debt until my death simply because I was a half-demon. It didn’t matter to him that without me, he would have died thrice; it was of no concern. He firmly believed that to keep my secret; I would become his cash cow. Yeah, right. His death was quick.
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