Silence.
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Sparrow takes a slow breath, her eyes staring at the ground.
You don't look like a demon." The words are a whisper.
"You don't act like a demon either." Her eyes, still glistening with tears, rise to meet his.
"Demons don't protect people. They kill them. They killed my mother. They tried to kill me. You're not one of them. The words come out quickly, her heart starting to race.
"You're not a demon. You're lying. A half-breed, maybe, but not a demon. I don't believe you." She quiets then, her eyes lowering again. Her hands shake and she balls them into fists, frustration and disbelief welling up inside her. "Don't lie to me..."
Her eyes close and she falls to the ground, shoulders shaking as the tears she had been trying to hold in was over her cheeks. Never once does she look up at Adam. Instead, she pulls her knees to her chest and soon her crying turns to weak whimpers. Not a demon. Not a demon. The words repeat over and over in her mind. Adam being a half-breed she could cope with. The king allowed half-breeds in the city and encouraged others to accept them, but if anyone found out what he really was they would likely never let him return. She had been so drawn to him and felt like they shared a special bond. Does him lying change how I feel? The question spins her head, making her dizzy despite not having moved at all. No.
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Sparrow takes a slow breath, her eyes staring at the ground.
You don't look like a demon." The words are a whisper.
"You don't act like a demon either." Her eyes, still glistening with tears, rise to meet his.
"Demons don't protect people. They kill them. They killed my mother. They tried to kill me. You're not one of them. The words come out quickly, her heart starting to race.
"You're not a demon. You're lying. A half-breed, maybe, but not a demon. I don't believe you." She quiets then, her eyes lowering again. Her hands shake and she balls them into fists, frustration and disbelief welling up inside her. "Don't lie to me..."
Her eyes close and she falls to the ground, shoulders shaking as the tears she had been trying to hold in was over her cheeks. Never once does she look up at Adam. Instead, she pulls her knees to her chest and soon her crying turns to weak whimpers. Not a demon. Not a demon. The words repeat over and over in her mind. Adam being a half-breed she could cope with. The king allowed half-breeds in the city and encouraged others to accept them, but if anyone found out what he really was they would likely never let him return. She had been so drawn to him and felt like they shared a special bond. Does him lying change how I feel? The question spins her head, making her dizzy despite not having moved at all. No.
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