“Demon”

There are exactly two things of which I’ve never been more certain.

One: Viall is a demon.

Two: I need to kill him.

As he gazes down at me, lips lifted at the corners in a gentle smile, my hand stills on my dagger.

Viall isn’t evil. He isn’t like Lokrust or Ciek. He hasn’t killed anyone.

Viall is kind. He’s gentle. He’s warm. He’s compassionate.

Can a demon be those things?

I blink as he leans closer. His breath warms my ear. His fingers pry my dagger from my hand.

“Rye.” My name slips from his lips as a sigh. He draws away, his scarlet eyes fixed on mine.

And yet, those two things don’t change. They can’t change.

Viall is a demon.

And I need to kill him.