Zara's p.o.v "No, that's impossible!" She exclaimed. I understood her reaction because no one in their right mind would easily accept it when I was ten years older than they had left me months ago. "It's me, Eleanor, you can ask me any question and I will truthfully answer," I said seriously. "You are not my brother and I won't stand here and have you manipulate me. Ducan, I don't want to be here." She said strongly as the demon king smirked. A minute ago he looked like he was getting upset, but now he was enjoying her denial. He wanted her to reject me, I could see it in his eyes. "Ancient witch, you heard my wife. She no longer wants to be here, so we will take our leave." He said, then linked his hand to hers. "Let's go, my heart." He whispered as I glared at him. "You hate the color pink and love the color black. You like singing while collecting herbs, and you are bad at acting. You rarely react whenever mother slaps you because you are rather used to her outbursts and tan
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