Hawks: Mr Banks Office Demi

Mr. Banks stood, straightened his cuffs. "The Demi-Hawks," he said to Leo's trembling form, "are what happen when a soul refuses to fully leave the nest. They are not quite human. Not quite bird. They are the keepers of the guilty. And they are very, very good at their jobs."

Not of contracts. Of people.

And then Zayden would appear from the corner of the room. She'd place one cool hand on the client's forehead. Her golden eyes would flash. And the client would forget. The guilt, the thrill, the secret—gone, plucked from their mind like a mouse from a field. mr banks office demi hawks

The sign on the frosted glass door read Banks & Associates, Private Acquisitions . But the employees had a different name for the twenty-third floor: The Aerie . They are not quite human

Zayden blinked once. The window slid shut. And the office went back to its silent, predatory watch. And they are very, very good at their jobs