“It is funny, how uneducated many of our kind are.” Blood burst from her eyes, and I watched her, transfixed. “Yet, even those who are wise beyond their years fall back to their younger days; uncaring of the consequences, reckless, seeing everything as if it was a game to be won, a grab at power play. I have watched all of you struggle to be civilize and to coexist with others. It is hard, is it not?” She smiled, and I held back a shudder. “To be something that you are not?” She washed the blood off her hands and face and shut off the water. Her eyes were still red as she reached for a washcloth. After drying off, she set it on the sink and got to her feet. She stepped toward me, placing her hands on my shoulders and turning me around. “We all have a demon inside us.”
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Alina Meuangkhot,
Blood Price