Theodore
I didn’t hate demons. After all my mother had been through over the years, I learned at an early age that someone didn’t have to be a demon to be cruel. I didn’t hate demons, and I sure as hell didn’t hate Skye.
I breathed in the scent of my son’s hair as I stroked his back and looked out the window of our room. I didn’t hate Skye. I just couldn’t understand how she could have done this to us. After everything she had been through as a child and everything she had been through to get rid of the demon shard and energy inside her.
I couldn’t understand how she could have done this to us. It almost felt as if she couldn’t live without the demon inside her and that was what I hated. The fact that I was even thinking that was what I hated. I loved Skye. I loved our life. Even if w
