My eternal soul or theirs. Either way, we're all damned if I can't outsmart an ancient demon.
Three thousand years.
That's how long my fated mates have been trapped in the bowels of hell.
And I'm their only shot at freedom.
I thought my magic was strong. I thought I was unstoppable. But that was before coming face-to-face with the sadistic demon who can predict my every move. How can I defeat him when he can see me coming? And how can I convince my mates to flee when they've been under his spell for so long?
My only hope rests with my unpredictable magic and in outsmarting a demon hunter whose thirst for torture rivals his cunning.