Leo not tell you about me?" she asks.
"Both my dad and mum told me they had no living family," I explain to her.
"That was a lie, one of many they told you it seems, Alexandria. This is your grandmother, and you have an uncle on your mother's side. Your uncle is staying at the Demon Star to keep an eye on your parents before the trial," he explains to me. "He does send his apologies for not being able to meet you yet."
"Why aren't you with my parents, fighting for them to be free?" I ask her.
“Do you want the honest answer?” she asks, and I nod. "They killed five very important higher demons and destroyed their souls. Our line is not one of a higher family, and there is zero chance of them being freed. I am more interested in the child they will be leaving behind."
"No!" I say, stepping back and looking to Mr. Bisgaard. "Are they going to be killed? Really?"
"There will be a fair trial, and they have called you as their only witness. You tell us if they will be killed?" he asks me. “What do you remember?”
"Why would they ask for me to be a witness?" I ask. “I don’t know anything.”
"You would have been about six or seven when the murder happened. Did you see anything?" he asks me. “Remember anything before that?”
"N-no," I say, my voice catching as I remember something I pushed to the back of my mind. A room that was full of death, my mum's hand plastered across my mouth to keep me from crying. I don't remember enough to be useful; I barely can remember those details without my head hurting. My hands go to my head when I try to remember the rest of that day, to remember anything. I cry out as pain like no other slams into my head, and I drop to my knees as they buckle under me.
Mine. Let me control, and I will save our parents. It was me. It was us.
"Alexandria!" I hear Egeria shout over the woman’s voice in my head, and it hurts so much to open my eyes. The woman’s voice fades, but her words seem like they will never leave my mind. What the hell did that voice mean? I don’t understand any of this.
"Her demon is fighting her. You know the odds, Egeria," Mr. Bisgaard says in the distance.
"Screw the odds," she harshly snaps back as I feel hands on my shoulders. "You fight your way through this, Alexandria Cameron. Whatever is hidden by your demon, you must let it go for now until you are stronger." I try to follow her words as another voice vibrates in my head; only two words are remotely understandable.
We belong to only death. A cry escapes my wet lips as suddenly the room comes back, including the fact I'm on Egeria's lap, and she is stroking my hair. Mr. Bisgaard is by the door, his arms crossed and his frown turns into a big smile when his eyes meet mine.
"She survived the first contact! Oh, that is good to see!" Mr. Bisgaard states, and I groan as I turn my head and throw up all over his white tiled floor. "They are always sick. I'm going to get my wolf slave to clean this up." Mr. Bisgaard leaves the room as I sit up and Egeria hands me some tissues from the table before helping me stand up and we move toward the door, away from where I was sick.
"The transition to becoming your true demon is always difficult. I saw horns and black fingers for a second," she says and smiles at me as I wipe my lips with the tissue. "I'm so proud, and your dad would be too."
"I get the impression you don't like my mother," I say because I don’t want to talk about whatever just happened.
"It's not I don't like her, I just don't like her secretive nature," she says, sinking into the chair behind her and I rest against the desk, my whole body still shaking as I focus on the story Egeria has decided to tell me. "Your mother and her brother were full-blooded demons left outside a church in West Virginia. There was no note, nothing but a blanket between them to share was left. There are only ten months between your mother and uncle, but they almost look like twins now. I hate that she dragged my son and granddaughter