by Isa Medina
I can kill immortals, and everyone is about to find out.
As a lowbie demon vermin hunter, this is very bad news—I do the hunting, and don’t intend to become the hunted. So, when rumors about my immortal-killing existence begin to circulate, I must cover up my tracks, no matter what.
Unfortunately, when you’re already scraping the bottom of the barrel, the only help you find is the one you probably don’t want. Like the magical black market, where backstabbing is more of a competitive sport than a hobby, or the magnetic yet infuriating nightmare that’s the angel Zel.
But we don’t talk about him. Because murder is illegal, and I might just strangle him.
Category: Fantasy – Paranormal & Urban