“What hybrid?” I say, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His red eyes flicker with anger as he stalks toward me with an impossibly graceful stride. “You’re lying,” he growls.
“I’m not,” I say in response. “Everyone here is mortal, except me. And I’m sure you’ve heard what happened to the vampires who dared to drink my blood before.”
“I told you,” he says, “I’m not here for you, little mutt. I'm here because I smelled a little witch." He licks his lips hungrily. "And something even more delicious... a Fae girl. There's nothing more succulent than the sweet nectar of a virgin Fairy's blood!"
I do everything within my power to mask my shock. There’s no way the baby could be a fairy. This means… it means that Sylvia is a kind of hybrid that nobody has ever seen befo
