Chapter 73

Trying to sate a lifetime of questions in the course of one conversation, Livia let them fly at will.

"Why do people become obsessed with me? I mean, I'm not... well, that you know...?" she asked, the question she’d been harbouring for the last decade.

Sitting back in her seat, she braced for the answer, nervously playing with the hem of her sleeve while she tried to listen past the abnormally loud beat of her heart.

"All humans experience that magnetism toward demons. It’s called allure. You evidently just haven't been taught to keep it in check. You are not just a witch, dear, but a demon." Rhye answered.

"Oh." That it was something Livia could have controlled hit her in the chest like a ton of bricks, stealing her breath and making her head spin. How long had she tried to contain her power? To change people’s reactions to her? And all along, it was apparently an easy fix. If only she’d known what she was, she could have saved herself a lifetime of hardship. It wa