“Oh, Domina. You make it hurt so good.”

Kat shoved her sword the rest of the way through the high demon’s chest, leaning her weight onto it until her blade cracked through him and into the sodden earth at his back.

“Why are so many of you bastards masochists?” she asked casually as black blood seeped from his wound, spreading across his white shirt.

He grinned, revealing a row of serrated fangs, his dark eyes bleedin...