Page 55 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Lord Thorne leans forward.

“The old Prime fell during battle.”

Shock nearly sends me staggering backward.

The old Prime.

Dead?

Lord Dagan continues.

“It has taken us many years to wrest control of Nightfall from those who wished to see our world destroyed.”

Beside him, the beautiful female seated at his side squeezes his hand.

His mate.

And isn’t that remarkable?

“But we have prevailed,” Lord Alaric says proudly. “The four of us now rule alongside our mates.”

One of the women smiles warmly.

“We're reviewing old cases,” she says.

A human female speaking from a throne in Nightfall.

Three hundred years ago that would have caused riots.

I rather like it.

Lord Alaric's gaze settles upon me.

“It seems, Desmond of Crestfall, that you were punished unjustly for the crimes of your father.”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

Unjustly.

For three hundred years.

Three.

Hundred.

Years.

“We have lifted the banishment,” Lord Dagan says. “And are very pleased to welcome you home.”

Home.

Three centuries ago those words would have meant everything to me.

Everything.

But now?

Now they mean very little.