The next few days were hard.

All I could think about was how Asmodeus told me there were eyes on me. How many of his brothers were watching me? Wondering if I was worth their energy. How many of them are cloaked in human skin?

I couldn’t help but wonder if he was referencing the other Princes of Hell, or the archangels. And which ones I should be more afraid of.

If I could even feel fear.

Once I left Asmodeus, I buzzed with adrenaline. Running ...