章 7: Chapter 25

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I had to admit, now that I was standing right on the front porch of my father's house I was much more nervous than I had been just moments ago.

"You have to remember that this man is your father Amara." Elijah said and put his hand on my shoulder.

"This man was my prison warden Elijah and when he wasn't he only cared about keeping me alive for a suitable mate." I said. "He doesn't care about me. He never has."

"That's not true. You were young...you saw your father as a monster because of the measures he took to keep you from wandering away. I Know better because I was there the day you were born. You were born, dead." Elijah said solemnly. I turned and looked at him. This was news to me.

"What do you mean I was born dead?" I asked.