Chapter Five
“The devil is not as black as he is painted.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
Prince Arthur, the son of tragically dead Princess Catherine had cleaved my heart in two. Our affair was enchanting and intense. I never believed that I could be stupid enough to actually fall for him. Maxine Brodeur, half demon and half human was never planning to commit herself to a relationship that broke her soul. In her code of conduct, she promised herself to never get involved with her clients, but Arthur became an exception.
“Arthur, I’ve got this. Your aunt asked for Maxine, and she has a lot on her hands. All the evidence needs to be processed thoroughly right away,” Rodriquez said, kind of getting between me and the prince. I didn’t want to turn around; I wasn’t ready to face him
