“Tell me, cherub, would you like to visit my kingdom one day?” he asks, his voice soft like velvet. Is this a trick question? I feel as though I’m about to walk into a trap. “You’d take me?” I ask. I try not to sound too excited, or frightened for that matter. Everything I’ve learned about the Otherworld terrifies me. But the idea of the King of the Night giving me a guided tour of his realm is impossibly appealing. “Oh, I’ll take you,” he promises, a wicked glint in his eyes. “One day, I won’t give you a choice.”
