I looked him straight in the eyes, my voice steady and cold enough to freeze the air between us. “We do not belong here.” I told him sternly, making sure every syllable landed like a stone. “I am not going to sit here and pretend that this gilded tomb is a home. Yes, they have demon blood in their veins, and clearly, it is starting to call out to them. I can see the way they look at the shadows. But that is the extent of it. They deserve to understand who they are and where they came from, but do not think for one second that we are going to play along with whatever twisted game you have planned for us.”
I stood my ground, refusing to let the sheer size of him intimidate me. I was a mother who fought a battle for six years, and I wasn't about to crumble now just because he had nice furnit
