Collective (Masters)

No matter the demon, the hunter's role is clear... A thousand years ago, my great-something uncle founded the Collective, a secret organization dedicated to protecting humanity from demons. The hunter tradition has been passed down over the generations, from parent to child, secure in the knowledge that the Collective is a community of safety and knowledge. But betrayal sucks, and six years ago, it turned my world-and the Collective-upside down. After generations of deception, the hunters left behind are picking up the pieces and trying something we've never done before-working side by side with our enemy. Demons, just to be clear. They're apparently "misunderstood," but the jury is still out on that. And I-a twentysomething archivist with an addiction to hoodies-somehow ended up as liaison to the demon ambassador. If it sounds like a nightmare, that's because it is. The demon ambassador is a stuck-up, pretentious twat... not to mention he could kill me with a thought. Worst of all, he's getting under my skin in ways I never expected. But I'm the only hunter who doesn't actively want to kill him, so... tag, I'm it. I've already been betrayed by those I should have been able to trust the most. How hard can hanging out with a higher demon be?

What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? Before that night, there wasn't much in my life I could complain about. I hunt rogue demons for a living, which is the coolest thing ever, and my brothers are the best. Sure, there was that thing with our parents betraying humanity, and okay, I wasn't thrilled when my brother-bestie hooked up with a demon, but everything else was amazing. Except that Dylan, the person I love more than anything, wanted to keep our relationship secret. I got it; I really did. He's lost all his family, and he was afraid if my family adopted him, he might lose them too. It's not like we've got the world's safest jobs. I was sure he'd change his mind eventually. That decision was taken from him one awful night. Now, everyone knows, but Dylan's more worried about the people trying to kill me. Unidentified and vicious; that's all we know. Oh, and they hacked The Collective's server. How does a demon hunter fight a virtual threat? He doesn't… that's his kickass techie boyfriend's job. Dylan will find these people, and then we'll deal with them. Even if there is more going on than we know about.