All I needed to do was explain to her what a changeling was. How humans offered their babies to fae that wouldn't make it or that were sickly. Fae usually took them in and replaced them with healthy 'babies', but really what they left were vile creatures. This one was no different. I didn't want her to get her hopes up, but I couldn't hurt her more.
"Amy, humans offer their sickly babies, or babies, to fae when they can no longer care for them. The fae replace them with their own, if requested. A changeling. He's not human." I swallowed hard and watched her peer down at the blue-eyed boy in her arms with golden hair. "He's fae."
"And I was human, and you are a beast. What's wrong with him being a fae?" Amy glared at me, and I couldn't deny her words. She was right.
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