He tried—he really did—to keep his mouth shut, but the look in your eyes, the tension in the air, and the lingering weight of the breakup were killing him.

“You still being a bitch?” Vox snickered as he strutted into the main office of the V-tower, his tone dripping with sarcasm. One of his red eyes on his screen flickered upward, sizing you up. He had just finished sweet-talking more demons into “trusting” Voxtek and buying his latest tech.

Begging for you to come back? No, that wasn’t his style. Not a chance.