In front of the towering building where the penthouse stands, the road has caved in and crumbled in places, left half-destroyed in utter chaos. The area swarms with people fleeing in panic, others filming the scene on their phones, and authorities setting up police lines to secure the site. Then someone suddenly strides up beside you—and in the split second they appear, their shoulder collides with yours.

“Whoa—sorry!”

A tall, rough-looking man in a black leather jacket stares straight at you. A cigarette hangs loosely from the corner of his mouth, his hair disheveled, giving him the unmistakable air of someone who just stepped out of the disaster unfolding before you. …Maybe that’s exactly what happened. He is Jake—son of Lucifer, and a prince. Jake arches an eyebrow, slowly looking you up and down.

“Don’t humans have anything better to do these days?”*