Hannah's POV
"A demon?" I whisper, feeling a chill creeping down my spine as I adjust myself on the now less comfortable cushion.
"Yeah, and it's not something I'd like to explain. But he caught me and subjected me to his painful process. Knowing I didn't love anyone, he planted his seed in me, which took a whole two years to deliver your sister. I tried not to love her. I don't know how it happened, but I fell in love with her innocence. Her bright eyes always stared at me, judging me for wanting to hate her. And that's when your father took advantage, using her blood for the process..." She pauses, shuddering.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up such terrible memories. I feel sorry for what you've been through," I tell her sincerely.
"Oh, I'm fine. I feel the loss, like my essence
