Chapter one - Leaving  *Five years ago*  "You should have come to dinner tonight, Balor. Mother is starting to worry about you." Nesrin's voice was soft and concerned as she leaned against my door frame. I continued to stare at the ceiling above my bed. The orbs of light changed colour as they danced around me. The harp I had been playing stopped as soon as she entered my room.  "If she is that worried for my well-being, then why is it you here instead of her?" I muttered as I turned my gaze to her. She was the spitting image of Imelda, and it made it hard to look at her. The only thing different was that her jawline was a little more stubborn, her nose tipped up a slightly higher, and her eyes were of our mothers, matching mine perfectly. Nesrin let out a huff of air as she walk

Chapter Three - Visitors Balor's POV I stepped out of my car into the empty parking garage. To be at the top of the food chain, you have to show power. And to establish dominance in the human world is to flaunt how much money you have. So I built my way up, bought the biggest building in the centre of the city and turned it into my penthouse and business front. Not everything I ran was illegal or involved cutting of body parts and collecting debts. This level was my personal parking space. I had the nicest cars and bikes—the best security system and cameras to catch anyone who tried to enter. I also put wards in place, but unfortunately, that wouldn't hold up in a mortal courtroom. Nevertheless, I had learned how to adapt to this realm. I Glamoured myself when I needed to, use magic without giving myself away.  Humans weren't stupid. They knew mag

Chapter Five - Doubt Balor's POV "The Toronto police are saying that no arrests have been made for the murder of small business owner Tom Bringer. Police ask if anyone has any information to cal-"I turned off my television, slamming my remote down onto the glass table, shattering it. My jaw ached from me clenching my teeth together so hard. I gulped down the last of my scotch, chucking the glass at the wall, shattering it to pieces. I turned to John, who stood by the door anxiously. I felt the fear oozing off of him, but he refused to look at me. Instead, he kept his head down, eyes focused on the floor. Smart move. "You had one job, and after five years, you choose today to fuck it up." I snapped. I ran my fingers through my hair. Irritation and anger taking hold.  I can fix this. I'm used to cleaning up after incompetent huma

Chapter Seven - Fate Balor’s POV I stood in front of my mirror. Steam from my hot shower was still fogging up my mirror. My upper body was still covered in droplets of water, my towel wrapped around my waist as I wiped away the condensation from the mirror. I was always glamoured when in the city I hardly had time to look like my true self. My scarlet hair was always dulled, my eyes not as bright, and my ears perfectly rounded.  I took pride in what I was, but risking my kind's safety by becoming known wasn’t something I ever wanted. I worked hard to protect us, and yeah, I may have taken the darkened path, but it ensured my family's safety from hunters and all the other cruel things the lurked in this human realm.  I took in how the tattoos sat against my tanned skin and muscular body. Each ta

Chapter Nine - Suspension Reyna’s POV It had been two days since Balor Bloodstone had been in my office. Two days since I had first seen the evidence he brought forward. Two days since I filed a warrant to gain access to the footage from all his businesses in the city.  We had put out an arrest warrant for the man in the video. He was last spotted leaving the bus station in Montreal, but the trail ran cold after that. And I felt like I had fallen back into the rut I was so eager to get out of for the last three years.  “Killian, my office now.” Kurt’s voice echoed through the station. It seemed like the world halted at his voice, and it seriously pissed me off. Even the phones became quiet as everyone gave me a wary look. I wasn’t one to bow down to him, especially not after t