If someone had asked Kori Rosener where her mother worked, Kori would stare at you blankly, searching the far recesses of her mind, wondering just where exactly her mother received money for them. Then, when a dull ache would form at her temples, she would blink, and quite irritably admit that she didn't have a clue. Most would think, that at 20 years old, a child should have, at the very least, an idea of what their parent did for a living, but Kori really, truly, did not know what her mom, Demi Rosener, did to make money.

She vaguely recalled that as a young girl, she would ask about it, and Demi would simply wave her question off. This, the act of avoiding questions or completely ignoring them altogether, was not unusual at all. In fact, it was somewhat of Demi's MO that Kori had not only come to learn, but come to accept.

Of course it bothered the younger girl that her mother was extremely cryptic and secretive, but every time she pushed the matter, a fight ensued. Kori, for one, did not enjoy fighting with her mother, though most children didn't. For Kori, though, it was somewhat different. All she had ever had was Demi, and all Demi had was Kori. When the two fought, it brought both parties a certain heart ache, and most times, made either Demi or Kori sick to their stomach.

So, as a result of this, Kori had stopped asking questions, meaning that by default, she had no clue whatsoever what her mom did for a job or where she worked.

Well, at least, up until one faithful morning, when Kori was sitting at the kitchen table, not even fully awake yet. Her eyelids were half-way open, and the only thing she'd had the effort to make was a nice bowl of cereal. A newspaper rested next to her bowl, and while her eyes were focused on the words, she couldn't exactly say she was reading, let alone retaining any information.

Kori was broken out of her sleepy trance when Demi arrived in the kitchen, looking particularly frazzled. Kori's eyes opened wider, taking in her mother's state. Frazzled was not a look that Demi wore, especially not on the days when she had to go into work, and as far as Kori knew, it was one of those few days that Demi was due to work.

While Kori didn't know anything at all about the job, she did know, that most days, Demi could work from home. On the days that Demi was to go in for work, she would be dressed up in a nice office dress, as she was currently, except, even though she looked like she was going to the office, she also resembled a mess.

"Mom," Kori said, slowly setting her spoon into the bowl, knowing that it irritated her mother when she let it drop into the dish. "Are you okay?"

Demi turned to face her daugher, wide eyed, almost as if she hadn't been aware Kori had been sitting there. "What? Yes. Of course. I think I just overslept." She paused. "Korianne, why aren't you dressed? You have a class in thirty minutes."

"No, I don't..." Kori looked at her mom, perplexed. "I have today off. I'm a free woman today. It's on the calendar, even."

Demi's eyes grew in size and she turned to face the calendar that hung on their fridge. The calendar was Demi's idea; she had claimed that they should have something where they could record all future events, just to make sure that both of them knew what was going on in the house. Kori took a bite of cereal, watching her mom, waiting for her to acknowledge the fact that Kori was not attending college that day.

"Okay, that's just fine. Just fine, we can make this work," Demi muttered to herself, almost reassuringly, though it sounded awfully close to hysterical. The older woman turned to face her daugher, her face now turning red. "Get dressed, Korianne. Put your bowl in the sink, and go get ready, alright?"

This time, Kori did drop her spoon in her bowl, ignoring the look she got from Demi because of it. "But Mom!" She tried her hardest to make it sound like she wasn't whining. "Today is my day off. Why would I need to get ready?"

With more patience than Kori expected her to have, Demi said, "Because, Korianne, you're coming to work with me today. Now, please, I am in no mood to argue, and we are running on a rather tight schedule."

Kori gawked. "This isn't fair."

Demi sent Kori a glare, silencing any other protests the younger of the two might have had. Kori lips twisted into a frown, and she treaded across the kitchen and dumped her bowl in the sink, Demi's eyes on her the entire time. As Kori made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, she could hear her mom calling out to her that she had five minutes. Resentment and anger formed a knot in her stomach, and she slammed her bedroom door behind her, fully aware of how much it would piss off her mother.

***

Despite Demi's efforts to cheer up her daughter, Kori was still openly sulking by the time they arrived at the office. The entire drive to the office, Kori hadn't spoken a word to her mother, inserting her earbuds, and not even bothering to say thank you when Demi had handed her coffee. Now, as they walked into the building, Kori yanked the earbuds out of her ears per Demi's request and took a long drink of her coffee.

Much to the younger girl's delight, a familiar face was standing in the lobby, wearing her usual impatient expression.

"Aunt Ela!" Kori called out, a grin coming over her face as she approached the older woman.

Ela Brandt turned away from the elevator she was waiting on, and lit up when she caught sight of her niece. The older woman had to be in her mid-thirties, but didn't look much older than 28. Dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, in the way that it was usually kept, and her dark eyes flitted over Kori, a smile coming over her serious but pretty face. Her skin was fair, but smooth like porcelain, and she was taller than most woman.

Some might of found her intimidating because of her serious dark eyes and height, but Kori just thought she was an adventurous woman that she had somehow gotten the luck to call her aunt.

"Hey, squirt," Ela said, pulling her niece in for a tight hug. "What're you doing here?"

Kori shrugged and picked at a loose string on her jeans, growing sour again as she thought about why exactly she was there. "Mom made me come since I don't have any college classes today."

It was at that point that Demi joined them, and Ela eyed her sister up, not bothering to hide the disappointment she felt. Demi did her best to conceal the guilt that stirred inside her, and flashed a faint smile.

"Is that so?" Ela's bitterness was evident, and Demi flinched, resting a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"You know how it is these days," Demi tried to explain away her actions, though, there was really no excuse for ruining the day of relaxation she knew Kori had truly been looking forward to. "I just wanted her to be somewhere safe."

Kori wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but couldn't even find it in her to do so, deciding it was better to just continue ignore her mother completely until her anger had passed. Ela could nearly taste the tension, and all but shoved Kori onto the elevator as soon as the doors were open. The ride up to the offices was silent, mostly due to Kori's obvious fury and Demi's misery at upsetting her daughter.

Once they arrived to the correct floor, Demi pulled aside her daughter, prepared to give her a list of rules she should abide by, but Kori only steadily glared.

Demi let out a small sigh. "Alright. Just don't wander around too much, don't interrupt people's work, and behave. I know you're upset with me, but don't take it out on other people."

"Whatever you say, Mother," Kori responded, providing the tiniest of smirks, before turning on her heel and walking away.

Demi sighed, watching her one and only daughter walk away from her. She couldn't help but worry, especially when it came to a daughter who was truly so beautiful. Kori had silky auburn waves that paired nicely with her creamy skin. Her eyes were the color of the sky on a sunny day, and more likely than not, lit up with laughter and mischief. She had the curves of a goddess that were just barely concealed by the modest clothes Demi insisted on.

Of course, Demi tried to convince herself, worrying her bottom lip. She had every reason to worry. Right?

Kori fiddled with the wire of her earbuds as she ambled down the hallways of the office, taking in her surroundings. She wasn't certain what exactly she was looking for, but she did know, that she would very much enjoy a human to interact with. Or, at the very least, something somewhat entertaining.

She hadn't wandered too far when she heard the sound of laughter and mischief, one of her absolute favorite combinations. A smile donned her face, and she rounded the corner to be greeted by the sight of two boys, standing in what looked to be the doorway of a staff room.

The one that stood nearest to her was slightly shorter than the other, and more lean. He had sandy blonde hair that was rather untamed, and even a little messy. His eyes were a dark brown, and not unsimilar to her own, full of mischief. Some may not have found him that handsome, but Kori did, due to his tan skin and impish smile.

The boy who stood beside him was more well built with defined muscles that you could see due to the fact that he was wearing a T-shirt, something that was far from usual office wear. His hair was all golden curls, that fell over his forehead, but luckily, did not conceal his bright captivating blue eyes. His smile was entirely different than the first boys: it was like a sunray, shining brightly, so charming that it could draw anyone in.

Kori blinked a few times, trying to take them in before moving on, but before she could continue with her wandering, the pair had caught sight of her. The blonde's eyebrows shot up, and his smile, dimmed slightly, but remained as charming as ever. Kori felt akin to a deer in the headlights as the pair of boys eyed her up with curiosity.

"Hey," the shorter one finally said, friendly and full of charisma. "Are you lost?"

"Uh no, actually," Kori replied, taking a step towards them, though somewhat hesitantly. "I'm just wandering around. Happened to stumble upon you guys."

"Is that so?" The blonde seemed very amused by the exchange, and it irked Kori slightly.

"Well, if I just told you it is then I think you should know," she retorted, her voice more steady than she felt. Her hand clenched her coffee cup so hard, that her knuckles were turning slightly white.

The shorter one threw a look at the blonde, then smiled pleasantly at Kori again. "What's your name, and what're you doing here at the office? Don't think I've seen you before."

"You haven't seen me before," she said matter of factly then eased up the slightest bit, and allowed a small smile to form. "I'm Kori. My mom, Demi, works here. She dragged me along for the day, since she apparently didn't trust me to be on my own."

The blonde's eyebrows shot up again. "Really? And how old are you?" An elbow to his ribs caused him to flinch, but also change his tune. "I mean, nice to meet you, Kori. I'm Lucian, but you can call me Luke."

"Nice to meet you too, Luke," Kori had to sip her coffee to contain her giggles. "I'm very glad you found your manners, by the way."

"As am I," he chuckled.

"And I'm Gabriel," the other boy spoke up, taking a step forward, holding his hand out for Kori to shake. Kori did so, but right as she was about to pull her hand back, he gripped it tighter, and planted a kiss on the back of it.

A blush colored her cheeks, and she took a miniscule step back, wrapping both her hands back around her coffee cup. Of course she'd had interactions with men before, and had handled them just as any respectable young lady would, but never had she been in the company of such attractive young men. It was hard for her to not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"Boys, are you bothering an innocent girl, again?"

A new comer was strolling down the hall, joining their small group. Luckily for Kori, it was a girl.

The girl had an unnatural silver blonde mane of hair that fell around her shoulders like moonlight, and pale blue eyes that were fixated on the two boys, her glare piercing. Her skin wasn't just fair; it was pale, as most of her coloring was. As a sharp contrast to her hair and eyes, she was wearing all black: a leather jacket, T-shirt, jeans, combat boots. Kori had to blink several times, just to assure herself that she wasn't conjuring up this girl in her head.

"Dali," Luke said slowly, almost as if he was trying to make sure that a certain note of intimidation didn't slip into his voice. "I thought you had some sort of women's rally today."

The girl tossed her long hair over her shoulder and let out a musical laugh. "You'd think that since I'm your twin you would at least bother to listen a little better, but I guess not. It was yesterday, you meathead."

"What are you even doing in the office?" Gabriel asked, somewhat defensively, the beginnings of a pout forming on his face.

"I was called in," the girl said, raising her eyebrows at him, daring him to question her any further. He didn't take the bait, and remained quiet, which seemed to satisfy the girl. She smiled a winner's smile, then turned and faced Kori, that same smile still on her face. "Hi, I'm Dalia, call me Dali. I'm sorry for my promiscuous brother and his friend. You are?"

"Oh uh," Kori was shocked to say the least, that this many attractive people were speaking to her, all seeming rather interested in her. "Kori. I'm Kori. My mom works here..."

"She's here with her mom," Luke added but then promptly shut his mouth after one sharp look from his sister.

"Well," Dali said, looking back at Kori, smiling once again. "How nice. Maybe I should introduce you to some of the more friendly people in the office, and Luke and Gabriel should get back to doing their jobs before I have to tell Max."

The two boys exchanged looks, then scrambled to get down the hallway and away from Dali, and presumably, to also return to working, lest they wanted Dali to rat on them.

Once they were gone Dali rolled her eyes, hooked arms with Kori, and began to lead her down the hall. "Boys, they're so immature, aren't they?"

Lacking something better to say, all Kori could truly muster up was, "Uh huh."

Dali laughed at Kori's response, or therefore lack of, baffling the younger girl.

"Aren't you a doll," Dali crooned, her winning smile forming again. Kori blushed, not truly understanding what she had done to make this older girl like her so much. "Sophie is just going to eat you up."

Kori didn't know who Sophie was, and in fear of making herself look like some kind of fool, thought it best not to ask. Instead, she let Dali lead her through the halls, taking them to wherever she may, and listening to the pale haired beauty tell her stories about her twin brother. Finally, after what felt like a good amount of time, the two arrived at an office door that had a name printed on it: Sophie Webster.

Dali knocked on the door, but didn't wait for a response; she rapped her fist against the frosted glass of the window, and then in the same motion, twisted the knob and pushed open the door. Kori opened her mouth to quietly scold Dali, but didn't get the chance as Dali was already motioning for her to join.

Kori hesitantly stepped into the office then nearly dropped her coffee at the sight.

Two walls of the office were dedicated to floor to ceiling bookshelves, and somehow that didn't seem to be enough storage space, because books were still overflowing. None were on the floor, but some were on the edge of tipping off a shelf and sliding down. The last wall was all glass, looking out into the city, but it didn't seem like the owner of the office admired it as much as Kori did.

The woman whose office they were in, was standing before one of the bookshelves, facing the door, but completely unaware of Kori and Dali's presence. She had dark hair that was in two braids, and while it would look childish on most girl's her age, for her it showed off the angles of her face. She was slender and tall, rather tanned skin for someone who lived in the city. But the most striking thing about her had to be her eyes: a grey-blue swirl, fixated on the book in her hands.

"Sophie," Dali called out, sliding down into the office chair that was pushed behind the desk that was in the center of the room. "You've got visitors."

"I know," the girl, Sophie, responded, still not bothering to look up from the book in her hands. "I heard you enter. How you underestimate me, still."

"Underestimate you?" Dali raised her eyebrows, amusement clearly evident. "Well, I would never."

"Oh, I'm sure," Sophie said, finally looking up and noticing that Kori was present too. Kori wasn't certain of what she was supposed to do, and in result went to go wave, but instead spilled coffee on herself. Sophie smirked then shook her head. "You've made a mess. I'll have Gabriel retrieve you a new shirt. Dali, text Gabe, will you?"

The words hadn't even fully left Sophie's mouth yet, but Dali was already tapping away at her phone, combat boot clad feet resting on Sophie's desk as she did so.

Kori sighed and muttered to herself, "I really shouldn't have even bothered thinking about how this day could get any worse."

Sophie handed Kori a towel then took the cup of coffee to throw it away. Before Kori could even set to work with cleaning her tank top, the door to the office was thrown open with a loud bang, and the young girl started, looking up to see who else had joined them to witness her embarrassment.

A young man stood in the frame of the doorway, a stormy expression on his face. He had wavy ink black hair that was tucked behind his ears, the ends curling around them. He was rather tall, and had pretty fit physique as well, his biceps showing in his thin button up shirt. His blue-green eyes were fixated on Sophie, and while he was rather attractive, the scowl on his face played it down a little.

Kori found herself wondering just exactly how he would look if he were to smile.

"Sophie," his voice was deep, and even the slightest bit threatening. Kori found herself shrinking back, taking miniscule steps backwards towards the desk, as if Dali could protect her. "Can we talk?"

A sparkle of mischief and amusement danced in Sophie's eyes as she replied with, "I don't know, Morgan, can we? I mean, seeing as our vocal chords are fully functioning, I do believe that we have the ability to talk, correct?"

"Sophie!" His voice had raised a level, causing Kori to flinch and for her eyes to widen. "Don't do this right now. We need to talk."

"I don't need to do anything," Sophie spat, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dali had stood up at this point, coming to stand by Sophie's side. "Morgan," she said, her eyes narrowed. "If you knew what was good for you, you would walk away now."

"I can't," he growled and took a step towards the girls, creating space in the doorway.

Kori saw her chance, and seized it. Completely forgetting about the coffee stain that was surely going to ruin her top, Kori fled from the room as fast as she could. She knew better than to run in an office, but all logical thought had left her brain. She peeked over her shoulder to see if anyone had followed, and her relief that no one had, lasted all of a minute, because as she turned her head, she collided with a body.

She winced at she fell onto her behind, fighting the urge to cry as two people peered down at her.

"Are you okay?" asked the girl.

"Watch where you're going!" the boy barked.

The girl was beautiful, even more so than anybody that Kori had ever seen. And surprisingly, Kori recognized her. Carys Cassesso was a supermodel, known worldwide, not just for her beauty, but for the fact that she was just somehow different than all the other models.

She looked just like one with her tall, ribbon thin frame, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, but she seemed more radiant than all the others. It was almost as if the runway had been made for her, unlike other models, who had made themselves for the runway. Not to mention, she was a major activist for rape victims.

Unsurprisingly, the boy who stood with Carys was her on and off again boyfriend, Donovan Labor, Max Storm's playboy, badass son. He was notorious for not only his bad temper, but his looks as well. Anyone dating Carys had to be able to keep up, of course. With jet black hair, red-brown eyes, and the bad boy look, he had girls all over the world swooning for him.

"I, uh," Kori stammered, tears glassing over her eyes. She had made such a fool of herself so far that day, and she couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears came falling from her eyes, and she hastily wiped them away, pulling herself to her feet. "I'm really sorry."

Carys's face was sympathetic and soft. "Oh, it's okay, sweetie. You didn't mean to run into us. And no harm was done. Unless you hurt yourself when you fell? Did you? Oh dear. Maybe we should take you to see Ela."

"No, no, no, I'm fine!" Kori rushed out, frowning. She didn't want to have to bother Carys or Donovan anymore than necessary, and from the glare Donovan was directing her way, she could only assume the feeling was mutual.

Carys narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are you certain?"

Kori nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. "Yes... I should go find my mother anyways. She didn't want me wandering too much..."

"Hmm, can't follow directions well, can you?" Donovan grumbled, earning a pointed look from his girlfriend.

"Well," Carys said, smiling brightly at Kori. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind giving a few messages to some people for me, since you like wandering so much."

Kori hesitated but then nodded. "Okay, I could do that."

"Great!" Carys beamed then shoved a small pile of folders and files into Kori's arm. "The names and offices and floors are on the folders. Thank you so much. I was really running on a tight schedule."

Kori blinked a few times, watching as Carys squeezed her arm quickly then dragged Donovan down the hall, walking rather fast for someone wearing heels so high. Kori took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her resentment towards her mother dragging her to the office was growing more by the second, and she wanted nothing more than to go home and nap. Her experience at the office, had so far, been less than pleasant, and mostly chaotic.

She glanced down at the first file that laid on top of all the others and almost vomited on the floor. In big letters on the front was: MAXIMUS STORM.

Kori took the deepest of breaths and started on her voyage, trying her best not to have a heart attack as she thought about the fact that she was about to meet Max Storm. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could find a way to come to peace with the fact that she was going to meet one of the most powerful men in the world currently.

"Oh shit," she muttered to herself as she stepped on the elevator.

*** 

Kori was flooded with relief that she saw that there was only one more file left in her stack, and that it was far from the rest of the humans in the building. It was the basement area, and it was for Donovan's older brother, who was apparently the handy man. The past couple of hours had been stressful for the young girl. She had met Max Storm, his wife who had slammed a door in her face, the flirty best friend of Donovan, and nearly fallen down the stairs.

As she neared the door of Blaise Labor's office, she could only hope and pray that he would be friendlier than his brother. Kori just needed a little bit of friendliness. All day she had either been faced with flirty or unkind people, and she needed something in between, some solid ground. What she really desired though, was to be at home, in bed, watching Netflix.

Of course, that was not an option, and besides, it was her last file, and after that, she could go on her merry way home.

She quietly swung open the door and poked her head into the office.

Blaise was not as attractive as his brother, but Kori thought he looked pretty friendly. His hair was ruffled, and he was concentrated on some little gadget on his desk, his eyebrows pulled together. There was a cane leaning against the desk, and papers littering the floor. Kori couldn't help the smile that formed; this was the first person she had met all day that did not intimidate her.

"Excuse me," Kori said softly, stepping into the room fully. Blaise looked up, shock written across his face, as if he hadn't even heard her come in, which she supposed that he hadn't. "I have a file to drop off for you. From Carys Cassesso."

Blaise examined Kori up and down, then nodded. He gripped his cane and pushed himself to his feet, and Kori's eyes widened as she came to the sudden realization that he was walking over to greet her.

"Oh no!" she cried. "Stay seated, please. I'll come to you."

He let out a soft chuckle and limped his way over to her, anways. "Don't fuss over me. I may be a cripple, but I'm quite capable of taking care of myself and doing things just like any other person."

"Of course," Kori agreed then when he put his hand out, moved to hand him the file but his hand retracted. "Don't you want it...?"

"Yes," he said, amusement clear in his tone, but not at all mocking like when Sophie had been amused. He just seemed more so with the situation than Kori herself, and Kori decided then that she rather liked that about him. "But I was hoping to shake your hand first. What's your name, miss?"

Kori smiled and shook his hand, "I'm Kori. Demi Rosener's daughter. She forced me to come to the office with her today."

Blaise took the file from her, then took a seat back in his chair. He motioned for her to take the chair that was on the other side of the desk, and she did so, finding that she rather enjoyed the man's company.

"Well," he said, leaning back in his chair, eyeing her up curiously, as if she was a gadget he couldn't quite figure out. "Why did she make you come with her? You are a grown girl, correct?"

Kori nodded. "I'm going to be 21 soon."

"Unreasonable, then, that she made you come," Blaise told her, beginning to examine the pieces of the toy that was lying on his desk.

"Exactly!" Kori exclaimed, glad someone was agreeing with her, that someone was finally understanding her. "Unreasonable. Unfair. Completely ridiculous."

Her outrage was promptly interrupted by a new person walking into the room.

"Blaise, I think the air conditioning in my office has given out again," the new man said, apparently completely oblivious to Kori's existence.

While he didn't notice her, she took the chance to examine him.

He was rather handsome, she noted. With dark hair that was cut short, but still curling at the nape of his neck, and probably would have been very wavy if left long. He had dark eyes, nearly black, obsidian. His skin was pale, and a dark stubble dusted his jaw, only enhancing his looks. He was rather tall as well, probably almost as tall as Max Storm, whom Kori had noticed was not just rather tall but very tall.

And somehow, this man, a man she had never met before to her knowledge, looked familiar.

"Who is this?"

She snapped back to reality at the man's words, noticing that his eyes were now on her. She stared at him, unsure of what to say, unsure if she was to respond to him. She shrunk into her chair, suddenly very aware of the coffee stain on her shirt, and how her hair had fallen out of the ponytail she had put it in earlier.

"This is Kori," Blaise said, mostly cheerful, clearly unaware of the staring contest Kori and the man were engaged in. "She's Demi's daughter. Kori, this is Hayden, Max's older brother. He's the one in charge of the finances."

"Pleasure to meet you," Kori whispered, licking her lips.

"Same to you," Hayden responded, his voice low.

"Kori," Blaise suddenly looked up from his work, brows drawn together again. "It's nearly five. Shouldn't you be off to find your mother?"

Kori's eyes widened and she jumped to her feet, and headed towards the door. She collided with Hayden in the process, and he had to grab her shoulders and steady her. A blush spread across her cheeks and she twisted out of his arms, then raced from the door, shouting a thank you over her shoulder to Blaise.

Kori wanted to think more about Hayden, but she shook the thoughts off, sprinting through the hallways. She practically smashed into Demi's office door, before throwing it open and stumbling in. She nearly froze at what she saw when she finally caught her breath, though.

Max and Kori's mother were standing toe to toe with each other, shouting at each other so loudly, that Kori couldn't distinguish a word of what either them were saying. All she could truly tell was that the both of them were beyond furious, and that she had never seen her mom so enraged before. Slightly fearful, Kori took a step forward and rested a hand on Demi's shoulder.

"Mom!" she shouted over them. "Mom! What's going on?"

The shouting and fighting seized as both noticed that Kori had joined them. Demi sent Max one last venomous glare before roughly gripping Kori's wrist and dragging her towards the door.

"This isn't over!" Kori could hear Max call after them, and the words sent chills down Kori's spine.

Kori and Demi remained silent until they were on the highway, until Kori had managed to muster up some small amount of courage. She turned to face her mom, gnawing on her bottom lip, nervous about what was about to be said, about what needed to be done.

"Mom," she started slowly, almost out of breath. "What was that fight about? It seemed... really intense."

"Korianne," Demi's voice was strained, a tell tale sign that she was about to cry. "Not right now. Please."

Kori slumped back into her seat, defeated. She knew exactly what "not right now, please" translated to, after all, she had been hearing it her entire life whenever she asked about her father. Most would consider that statement encouragement to ask later on, when the person wasn't so upset anymore, but Kori knew better.

For her, those words meant the end of the story.

Not right now, please, but Demi always forgot the last part, Kori thought.

Not right now, please, not ever.

a/n: this is a long ass chapter but I hope you enjoy :) The picture above is modern Persephone, Hades, and Cerberus that I think is absolutely adorable. For every chapter I'll probably add a pic of Hades and Persephone, or an edit of one of the gods. 

Love,

ry