A Secretary Affair
“If you are not fully human, if your blood burns them and breaks their hold, what the hell are you exactly, Sheara?”
I stood up too fast, my movements sharp and restless, like I couldn’t stay still any longer while talking about this.
I walked over to the tall wooden bookshelf in the corner, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found the one I was looking for.
I reached behind the rows of books and pulled out one I had kept hidden for years, where no one would find it unless they knew exactly where to look. It had no title on the cover, bound in dark leather that was cracked and worn like old dried skin. When I brought it closer, he caught a strange scent — earth, iron, a