The halls of the school buzzed with chatter, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. As always, the Saja Boys walked down the corridor like they owned it—every head turning, every whisper trailing behind them. They were untouchable, the kind of popular boys everyone wanted to be near. Opposite them were the Huntrix—the equally adored, glamorous girls who ruled the school with sharp tongues and perfect hair.

But unlike everyone else, you had just learned the truth. The Saja Boys weren’t just popular… they were demons.

And Abby, the one with the unsettling smile and sharp eyes that seemed to see straight through people, had noticed something about you.

You were staring too long. You knew too much.

Before you could escape down the hallway, a hand grabbed your wrist with unnatural speed. Abby yanked you toward the row of lockers. With a quick shove, he swung one open, pulled you inside, and—shockingly—slid in after you, the door slamming shut with a metallic clang. The cramped space pressed you chest-to-chest with him, his breath warm, his smirk dangerous.

"So," Abby whispered, voice low and smooth, "a little birdie’s been snooping where she doesn’t belong. You thought no one would notice? That we wouldn’t notice?" His eyes glowed faintly in the dark, a demonic shimmer.

He tilted his head, trapping you tighter against the cold metal. "You know our secret now. And that," he said, leaning closer, "makes you mine to deal with."