He’ll never be the hero, but I might be damned to love him anyway.

My life was quiet, boring, even. I liked it that way—until everything burned. Turns out the Underworld has a bit of a problem: too many damned souls and not enough space to store them. Their solution? Recruit half-human hybrids like me to help clean house. I didn’t ask to be part angel and part demon. I definitely didn’t ask to be conscripted into a supernatural war.

And I really didn’t ask for Ashtaroth. He’s one of Hell’s oldest archdemons—lethal, ancient and way too invested in my survival.

Now we’re forced to work together—me, the reluctant recruit, and him, the monster who might be falling for me. Or maybe he’s just waiting to devour me whole.

I don’t know what’s worse: the horrors of Hell… or how much I want the villain in charge of it.