Chapter 17

Kaleb’s P.O.V

The call came at six in the evening, just as I had stepped into my prison house on Princep Street.

“Your presence is requested at the Headquarters by 9PM.”

It was a curt phone call, no details and no explanations, but I had a bad feeling about it. I had been violating too many protocols and it was only a matter of time before I was ‘taken care of’, like so many others before me. Working for the League might seem appealing at first, but it became a clash of morals right after you witness the blood and the gore.

A sudden pain in my arm had me doubling over on the floor. It was a second of excruciation before it numbed to a dull throb. This had never happened before. The pain always lasted longer, but I had a suspicion it had something to do with the Demon King’s blood in my veins.

I made my way over to the couch in the living area and crashed onto it, feeling exhausted and numb all over. Once I had my breath under