Page 30 of The Secret Life of a Witch

While the two of them continue to bicker like old ladies, I guardedly twist toward the demon. “What’re you going to do to me?”

“Turn you over to the hybrids who are trying to get to you,” he answers simply. “They’re going to pay a lot for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re weirdly different.”

The muscle in my jaw ticks.Weirdly. There’s that word again.

He smirks. “You hate that word, don’t you?”

I bite down on my tongue, refusing to talk to him.

He shrugs, unbothered. “That’s okay. We’re going to be in here for a while, and you’ll eventually get bored enough to talk to me.”

I elevate my chin. “No, I won’t. Hunter will get me out of here.”

A dark laugh echoes from his lips. “Tell me, Evalee, who is the one person who knew where your sister’s body was kept?”

“Evan didn’t do this,” I reply without missing a beat. “Besides, his magic doesn’t leave silvery residue.”

His brow meticulously rises to his hairline. “So, he hasn’t been hanging out at The Illuminating Horror House of Truth?”

“I …” My arms hang limply at my side as I realize that both my sister and Hunter have been to The Illuminating Horror House of Truth, and Hunter never told me why.

“Trust no one,” the demon singsongs as he plops down on the floor.

I try not to listen to him, but my gaze roams over my shoulder to where Hunter stands, watching me.

“We’re going to get you out of there,” he promises, his intense gaze boring into mine.

I nod, wanting to believe him, yet a speck of doubt weighs on the back of my mind.

No, Evalee, don’t go there! You know Hunter better than anyone.

Don’t you?

I start to nod to answer my own thoughts when every single one of my muscles lock up, and I fall to the floor like a bag of bricks.

The demon bursts into a fit of laughter, clutching his side. “Oh, this is classic. Not only are you stuck in here with me, but it looks like you may have gotten hit with a petrifying curse.”

Fear pulsates through me as the demon from the park’s words echo through my head.Although, the delayed effects can bepetrifyinglyintense.

Petrified to death, just like my sister.

The demon collects himself, resting back on his hands. “Don’t worry; a hybrid can’t die from a demon curse.”

I want to argue with him that I can’t be a hybrid—that I’m too powerless to have demon blood inside me—but the longer I lie on the floor, motionless yet alive, the more I’m forced to face the truth.

I could quite possibly have demon blood in me.

No wonder I’m such a freak.

If that’s true, if I am a hybrid, then my parents lied to me since neither of them are demons. Or maybe they lied to me and they aren’t even my parents! They’ve never seemed like liars, though. Yet, this does make me wonder.

I swallow hard as the brutal truth throat punches me.

My entire life may be a lie.

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