Dance With A Devil (The Devils of Cliffside #2)

Prologue

Who were we?

The better question is, who let them decide?

They call us Devils like it’s a curse. A warning.

But they forget, we never asked for forgiveness.

The Elders carved the name into our bones long before we understood the weight of it. They wore suits instead of horns. Smiled as they buried bodies. Played gods while calling it tradition.

And we?

We were just their legacy in waiting.

Taught to obey. Programmed to forget. Bound by blood, not by choice.

But something cracked.

Someone remembered. And now the rot is showing.

No more playing pieces in a game built on secrets and silence.

This empire, they built it with lies. We'll tear it down with fire.

A life for a life. A sin for a secret. And every scream will be accounted for.

My Little Fox is caught in their web. But they didn’t realize, she’s mine now. And I don’t let go.

The boys they bred are gone. What’s left are monsters of our own making. And we’re not just here to reclaim the name.

We’re here to make them choke on it. The Devils of Cliffside have come home. And we brought the reckoning with us.