When Lucifer died, Lucy, his daughter stepped onto the throne and left the citizens of Hell in an uproar. Well, except for me. I bowed the knee and pledged my loyalty to the first woman to ever run this place. As an Aerial demon, I knew a few things about self-defense, and Lucy needed my skills in spades. I wasn’t about to let the first good thing to happen to us get killed or maimed. And just like that, I became Hell’s head guard and the queen’s shadow and protector. After centuries of mastering my skills as an assassin, I thought knew exactly who I was and how to file my emotions away like the deadly creature everyone knew me to be. Or so I thought, until Jax walked into the place, and threw my life and my heart into chaos. “Sometimes a yearning sits just beneath my skin. Like a miniature swarm of butterflies that rustle up and down my body. My arms are the worst, my legs a solid second. It’s infectious, but terrible. Like when someone tickles you for far too long, and you want nothing more than to slash their throats to get them to stop.”*This story contains adult situations and elements of BDSM*
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