His eyes pierced through me. “You’ve always known you weren’t one of them. You put a blanketing spell over yourself to stop from seeing it and dealing with it. What are you doing?”
“Who are you?” I wasn’t a demon? I’d known this whole time? I heard what he said, but I couldn’t think of that then. Who was this guy, and why didn’t I feel like he was dangerous? How did I know he’d painted those of Kellan?
“You’re not ready. You can’t handle this yet.”
He sounded as if he was saddened because of that. Then, when I felt like he was going to leave, I jerked forward. “Wait! Tell me who you are. I have to know.”
“You know who I am, but I can see you’re not ready to let yourself know. If you really want to know, ask Kellan.”
Kellan knew? Before I could ask anything more, he vanished, and I was
