ADALINE"I want your blood." Daemon revealed. I was expecting an audience with Grant, for me to leave Grant or some petty nonsense of sort. I turn my attention to Camila hoping she would give me some insight but her shrug was a harsh slap to the face. Camila was a witch not some woman of foresight.A small foglike gasp escape my lips, coherently I shot daggers at Daemon as he smirked at me."I-I mean, what exactly do you plan to use my blood for?" I stuttered, trying to keep my voice steady as I spoke. Daemon, or Julian, or whatever his name was, burst into a fit of laughter, his eyes gleaming with amusement."Demons need blood to maintain the form they possess," he revealed, his voice dripping with a sly, otherworldly charm. "You don't think I'm actually stuck in this body, do you?" He chuckled, his shoulders shaking with mirth."You did the same with the knight who killed my child," I spat, my voice venomous with accusation. I was seething with anger, refusing to let him gloss over
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