In the world of high-stakes power and ancient bloodlines, few things could unnerve a man who had faced down death in the darkest corners of the United Dominion. Yet, as the engine of the luxury sedan hummed in the stifling silence of the parking lot, Issac Monroe felt a cold sweat prickling his neck. He looked at the girl beside him, his lips twitching in a mix of genuine terror and exasperation.
Issac had dealt with assassins, rogue Martial Warriors, and the shadowy machinations of the Elders' Council, but Wallis Joyce was a different kind of threat entirely. She was a "little demoness" in a designer sundress, a force of nature that ignored every boundary of common sense and decorum. To say she was persistent would be the understatement of the century; she was predatory. The fact that sh
