Grace looked at Hunter, “But my grandmother was Azael- a demon! I’m not like you. You have a human parent.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. Hunter cleared his throat. “She may have not been your grandmother, she could have just been a demon who took pity on you. It could happen.”
Grace shook her head, “No, no. I saw my father. He sat on a throne. I have a sister who is a demon. I am not human at all!” Grace began to hiccup as she cried. Gently grabbing her shoulders, Hunter stared at her. “How? How do you know this?” He shook her gently. Her sobs lessened as she tried to get a hold of herself to explain, “In the shadow world, I followed a WillO’ Wisp. It took me to him. MY sister’s name is Prim.” The hiccups came again, “You don’t believe me.”
Ryder turned and looked at her, “I believe
