Imp Forsaken

I might have to spend the rest of my life as pond scum. Which is almost as bad as being dead, and not quite as bad as being banished to Hel possibly forever. But while I’m in Hel, I might as well cause some chaos—starting with getting the elves to free the changeling humans they’ve enslaved. And what better way to do that than starting a war? But those pointy-eared jerks are the least of my problems. An ancient demon is holding me to the terms and conditions of a breeding contract I signed—and my serving one thousand years under his claw is truly the most terrifying thing in all of Hel.