CHAPTER 75
"Monsters aren't born zaffiro, they are created slowly, formed like clay pottery, then watered with callous memories and mixed with cruel claws. They are hardened with lies and false ideals, no one is born with hatred running down their veins, zaffiro. No one!"
For the entire night, his words kept ringing inside her mind, making her unable to sleep. Why would he say such things to her? What did he mean by those words, hatred, cruel claws and callous memories? Nothing made sense to her and, finally, she decided to let go of those words. Though it felt weird to her, sleeping in his bed without him, the long-forgotten comfort was too appealing to drift her back into sleep.
The following morning she jerked up from her sleep looking at the clock and panicking that she was late to
