Never drink and summon a demon…
My cousin is getting married.
To my ex. Who cheated on me with her.
And the whole family insists I must go.
I can’t show up single. I need a date, even if it’s a fake one.
The spell was supposed to bring me love. Not a devil.
Not the literal King of the Underworld.
Now, I’ve accidentally bound ourselves, so there’s no way out of this.
The Demon King will have to be my pretend boyfriend.
Just one problem: no one’s ever made me feel the way he does.
The lines blur until they disappear.
He’s a monster and we were supposed to be fake.
Then why does it feel so real?
