“Xorgor!” Maxine shouted from downstairs with a slight tremble in her voice. “Xorgor!”
Xorgor shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe what I had just told him about Sina, and hurried out of the room. f**k, I could barely believe it either. The Paragon had only ever been a myth, lore passed down through the demon generations. But it was real. I had f*****g seen it.
“Xorgor! Please, come down here!” Maxine shouted again.
A whiff of dirty human drifted through my nose, and I tensed. I had memorized that scent for so f*****g long, had burned it into my memory the day that we found Sina’s house completely empty on her eighteenth birthday.
I shuffled down the stairs behind Xorgor, staying hidden behind his taller frame. Two of Sina’s father’s goons stood at the door, staring down at Maxine
