"Cosey," Jane held Cosette's hand with her shaky hand, "I can't see her like this. Please. She needs help,"
Cosette glanced at Elora, "Why are you doing this? You can't keep us away from her just because of your assumption." She looked to Aileen who was crying, staring at the red moon. "Why do I feel like she - "
"Some monsters are made," Jane's eyes quirked. Her head jerked to Elora, who smiled bitterly, "The worse thing is, she has no choice. She never had any choice. It's not her fault. But this's how she was made,"
Cosette stayed quiet and squeezed Jane's hand assuringly.
Even though she didn't mean what Elora thought she was about to tell, it was alarming to her. She was sure Elora must get to know something about Aileen's birth mystery.
Aileen felt ripping pain all over her
