RuneI’m a demon. We all are. I’ve been walking this Earth for centuries, using my psychic abilities to pose as a fortune teller, and feed on the humans that walk through those front gates. Their blood keeps us safe, masks our scent from the Hell Hounds roaming around, waiting to drag us all back to our keeper. Once in a lifetime, we meet our human match, our fated mate, whose blood sings to us unlike any other. And when mine walks in, I lock onto his scent like a bloodhound. He may try to run from me, but our bond will have him crawling back sooner or later. And when he does, I’ll be waiting.
