Sofia
We are in the royal limo speeding towards Zephyr Moon Pack, and I am sitting next to the woman who killed my mother. I have gotten past my hatred for Jemma Fury. She is beside me, cooing at my newborn daughter as a loving grandmother should, but my mother will never get that privilege.
‘Kill her,’ My inner demon speaks for the first time in months.
‘Where the hell have you been?’ I ask them.
‘Away,’ The demon answers. ‘I have been speaking to Him,’ They mention the Demon King. ‘He still wants what he paid for.’
‘And what is that?’ I ask as chills run down my spine.
‘Your children,’ He hisses and retreats from my mind.
“Sofia,” Jemma touches my arm, and I jump with a yelp causing my daughter to cry. “Are you okay? You spaced out there.”
I take Yvaine from Jemma and gently roc
