No matter the demon, the hunter's role is clear...
A thousand years ago, my great-something uncle founded the Collective, a secret organization dedicated to protecting humanity from demons. The hunter tradition has been passed down over the generations, from parent to child, secure in the knowledge that the Collective is a community of safety and knowledge.
But betrayal sucks, and six years ago, it turned my world-and the Collective-upside down. After generations of deception, the hunters left behind are picking up the pieces and trying something we've never done before-working side by side with our enemy.
Demons, just to be clear. They're apparently "misunderstood," but the jury is still out on that. And I-a twentysomething archivist with an addiction to hoodies-somehow ended up as liaison to the demon ambassador.
If it sounds like a nightmare, that's because it is. The demon ambassador is a stuck-up, pretentious twat... not to mention he could kill me with a thought. Worst of all, he's getting under my skin in ways I never expected. But I'm the only hunter who doesn't actively want to kill him, so... tag, I'm it.
I've already been betrayed by those I should have been able to trust the most. How hard can hanging out with a higher demon be?
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