I take a few deep breaths before walking out behind him. I don't even know why I'm following, I just know I have to. There is no one else in the whole house. There must definitely be a sinister reason behind it. I remember that when I arrived here for the first time, even though I was blindfolded, I could still hear others around. It wasn't just him. He is moving to the back of the house, where surprisingly there are more rooms. This place is bigger than I thought. He opens the door to one of the rooms to his right and leaves the door open. I know I have to get inside too, but he doesn't even glance at me. He just keeps walking forward to a desk. His desk. Walking in I glance around. This is definitely his office,...the office. A shudder runs down my spine as I recalled that night. My face being uncovered and finding myself face to face with my own father's blood-red eyes. I stop in front of the door and walked no further in. He sits down casually on top of his desk, on

The walls around me seemed to breathe at the same time I did. The floor swayed from side to side and up and down. The orange colors drifting through my window from outside made me think of fire and ache instead of the gorgeous sunset it must be. I could still hear Williams's words running around in my head. They were doing laps like my brain was a track field. After he dropped the bomb of what he truly is and how he was made, he simply pushed himself off the wall and left me alone. It was like he had just told me that I got an F on my midterm instead of flipping my world upside down even more. I didn't see any remorse for hiding his true self from me. I didn't see any emotion at all in his eyes. It was like he had completely changed in a matter of days since he ambushed my friends and me. How could he go from the friendly Astronomy professor in the academy to this cold half-demon here? I couldn't understand it. Or maybe I didn't want to understand it. Either way, I had lost all sens

The minutes, hours, and eventually days had prolonged. Night and day were a mixture of colors that I couldn't pick apart sometimes. If it wasn't for the digital clock on my bedside table that told me the time, I was a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't even know how long I had been here in my room. A week. A whole damn week had gone by. A whole damn week where I had to resist my vampiric urges and stay in my room close off from everyone. But it was for the best really. It was for my benefit. I knew that if I went out of this room two certain things would happen. One, I would be harassed endlessly by the other Deamhans in the house. I would have to stand their hisses, their predatory gazes, and I would need to hope that they had fed before I came out of my room, or I would most certainly be attacked by them. I could be their leader's daughter, but that went through the window when blood lust settled in. I was proof of that. I felt the dryness in my throat every single day,