Keita looks away guiltily, so I move closer. I don’t want him to turn away from me, from this conversation. This may be the only chance I ever have. “My kind, we don’t have a choice,” I say. “Fight or die—either way, our lives are not our own. Belcalis is right, you know. They call us demons, but are we really?”
confronting the conversations that need to be had
