A Demon’s Kiss
"But what choice do you have?"
What choice do I have?
"Are you threatening me?" I question.
"Do you truly want to live a life always wondering who you are, who you are meant to be?" He taps my chest, right above my breasts as if to indicate that beyond, power may lay, curled up and dormant.
"No, but-"
His grip on me tightens. "You are a Demon. You may not want to admit it, but you and I are the same, and when a world wants your kind eradicated, you have to stick together."