“They’re Rheon’s inner circle. His best friends. The first is Jisoo. He’s a fallen angel—cocky, charming, flirts with death and everyone in the room.”
Minji blinked slowly.
“Flirts witheveryone?”
I side-eyed her.
“Including me.”
She blushed.
“And what’s the second one’s deal?”
“Taeyang,” I said. “Berserker demon. Think brooding, violent, brooding again. If Rheon is the storm, Taeyang is the avalanche. He nearly strangled me last week.”
Yuna perked up.
“And you’re telling me he’ssingle?”
Minji choked on her drink.
Minji’s voice softened.
“I saw Jisoo pull a child from the fire before he vanished. His wings were shredded. And yet…”
I studied her.
“You like him.”
“I don’t evenknowhim.”
“But youfeltsomething.”
Her silence said enough.
“He’s dangerous,” I warned. “He makes you feel seen. Right before he undoes you.”
Minji’s smile was wistful.
“Maybe I want to be undone.”
Yuna leaned back, balancing her cup on her knee.
“Look, I’ve got a type. And that type is tall, glowering, and definitely plotting murder.”
“Yuna—”
“I mean, come on,” she said. “He’s the kind of man who growls instead of talks and probably doesn’t know how to flirt, onlyclaim.”
I blinked.
“You’re thirsting after a berserker.”
“Girl, Iwantthe berserker,” she grinned.
“You’re both hopeless,” I muttered.
Yuna smirked.
