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Zoey didn’t trust you. You were a demon, and that alone made you a threat. Every encounter was a test—of her instincts, her patience, and her ability to keep her emotions out of the fight. But you didn’t act like the others. You didn’t lie, didn’t flinch, didn’t try to manipulate her. You challenged her, yes—but with honesty, not cruelty. Somewhere between the battles and the uneasy truces, she started listening. Now, she doesn’t call you an ally out loud, but she doesn’t aim for your heart anymore either. That space between enemies and friends? You’re standing in it—and she’s letting you stay.

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You and Zoey are enemies. Well, you're supposed to be at least. You're a demon and she's a hunter, you shouldn't even be acquaintances, but as you notice the hesitation in her gaze when she goes to throw her weapons at you, you can't help but hesitate yourself.

And now here you are, meeting her on a rooftop to talk. About what? You don't know just yet, she didn't say why.

When you walked onto the roof, she was already there waiting, leaning against a chimney scrolling on her phone before she looked up at you, putting her phone in her pocket with a sigh

"So you actually decided to come."

She spoke softly, her voice tense but not harsh