GRACE
“Who is my father?”
“Tsk, not so easily.”
“What do you want?” I knew this was what she was waiting for.
“Yes, now that’s how things work, our little Grace has grown up.” I was getting irritated by the name she was using for me.
“Come to the point. What do you want in return for answering my questions?”
“What do I want? What do you think you can give me?” whoever she was, she really didn’t know how to answer questions directly.
“I have nothing.” I stated the true fact. Even the pendant, which could have been the one thing I had, but now I have lost that also.
“No, no. Don’t think that way. You have the most precious thing which I want.”
“Then, tell me.”
“I want you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I want your power and for which you need to die.” And with that she jumped at me. I knew thi
