I shake my head slowly and the realization dawns on him, his eyes widening in shock.
"You're a witch," the word falls from his mouth like a curse, a condemnation, an accusation. "I can't be in love with a witch!"
My heart sinks. I fight to keep standing when my heart wants nothing more than to curl up on itself and take my body with it, to fall into a hole rather than see the fear and shock in his eyes.
He's afraid of me. He must think I'm evil. Oh Goddess, what have I done? I just placed my heart at his feet and now he wants to throw it away.
All because of who I was born to be.
I can see it in his eyes. I'm a monster.
"I didn't know," I weep. As I reach forward to touch him he takes another large step back, shaking his head in denial. "I didn't mean to lie to you, Sly. It wasn'
