Ivy:
“Tell us what you saw,” my grandfather pleaded with my grandmother for answers. But she only looked at me with puffy, reddened eyes that felt like they looked past me. Does she understand now?
“She sacrificed the freedom she had found from her coven to save Denny. She has been tormented all this time because of me.” my grandmother said sadly. “Ivy was right. We must do something.” She put her throbbing head in her hands, holding the cold washcloth against her red eyes.
“Did you ever eat?” she asked me.
“Damon had fed me before Mother ever brought the food. I nibbled at it some since we made a deal, but this baby doesn’t want food. It’s a soul eater, too.” I smiled at her, knowing I had tricked her.
“You’re a heathen.” I laughed at her remark.
“Blame your great-grandchild. It
