Elias had summoned her to fix a broken heart, but no demon could mend what another human had shattered. One night, drunk and weeping, he slumped against the cold, soot-stained wall of his living room. “I didn’t want a slave,” he choked out. “I just… didn’t want to be alone.”
He’d been a fool. A desperate, heartbroken fool.
“That,” she said quietly, “is a different kind of pact entirely. And a far more dangerous one to make.”