I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)

Elias adjusted his scarf for the tenth time, then double-checked the official-looking papers under his arm.

"Do I look like a responsible guardian?" he asked.

"No," Revantra said without looking up from the oversized bow she was pinning in her hair. "You look like someone who lost his child in a hedge maze."

"I'm literally standing next to you."

"Still feels accurate."

The Arclight Academy gates loomed before them—tall, white stone framed by gilded iron, gleaming with enchantments designed to keep out anything chaotic, disruptive, or demonically resurrected. In other words, exactly the kind of place Revantra didn't belong.

Or, as Elias called it, "a fresh start."

He exhaled, glanced down at the girl beside him, and muttered, "You ready, Rina?"

She scrunched her nose at the alias. "You're really sticking with that?"

"It's a cute name."

"It's a cow's name."