Lost to the Moon

It’s the end of the world as you know it… At least it will be, if my dear despicable mum gets her way. I, however, happen to be quite fond of some of the toys I’ve discovered on this plane. Ma petite monstre, for starters. But the plague is spreading, taking no prisoners, and I’m trapped and at the mercy of a deal I made with Rosie. If Pestilence succeeds, I’ll lose everything I’ve rightfully stolen. What a waste that would be. Then I’d be left in the cold and my mate would end up with them. Her vampire duke. Her over-protective wolf. Her cocky shifter. Her human hybrid. That just won’t do. Not without her delectable demon topping the list. That’s right. Topping. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to redeem myself in her eyes, not after everything I’ve done. I am the villain of this story, after all. What? I did warn you. It’s not my fault you didn’t believe me. But I’ll let you in on a little secret about villains: They’re a whole lot of fun, and if you’re not willing to lie, possess, or steal for the things you want, well can you even say you deserve them? Unfortunately, if mummy wins, none of that matters and we all lose. So, I suppose I’ll have to do what I can to stop the Apocalypse if I want to enjoy the prize I worked so hard to claim. You don’t have to thank me. I’m not doing it for you.