I'm your typical twenty-two year old girl. I work your typical job, making a killing off of literally killing people. I live the average life, my PTSD and mild OCD completely controlling me. I grew up with a loving family, my father running a black market child ring and my mother six feet underground. And I have a great support system, living alone and the only person I talk to being a ghost. So yeah. Nothing weird here. Completely Normal. And then some random guys come in and completely mess up my normal life. How rude of them? Good thing they're all hot. ~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, trauma and abuse. May be triggering to some. There's also lots of cursing and dark humor. Oh and maybe a few steamy scenes. Read at your own risk. This is a reverse harem romance.

The man left her side and seated himself in a tall backed leather chair behind the desk. He pushed himself in then rested his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers and looking directly at the girl. Kit felt the crushing weight of the mans stare, the bright yellow eyes he possessed pinning her down with predatory precision. His long black hair fell slightly over his shoulder as he tipped his head forward in anticipation. His sharp jawline tensed and his lips drew thin. "I believe we have some matters to discuss, don't we, small one?" How much would you sell your soul for? How far would you go for that price? Kithanda Carter's world is pulled from under her feet when she loses her parents, home and all that she knows. Left with little choice she moves in with her Aunt in Scotland where she runs into the demonic creature she sells her soul to save anothers life. Quickly learning the rules of being a servant for a demon who shows little pity towards her. Murder is freshly butchered up as Kithanda struggles to play the role of a normal girl by day and murdering servant by night. Out stalking the the night clubs, pubs or anywhere with promise of a meal for her master.