AMELIA
“My father? If my father is alive where is he all this time? Why he hasn’t shown up when I was in trouble?” I stared at her and Samarah in disbelief.
While my excitement in meeting my father was off the roof, there was something they were not telling me. The way they looked at me, it almost sympathetic or put me on a pedestal.
“Amelia.” Zarah held my arm, trying to calm me down.
“No.” I raised a finger to warn her. “Don’t do this to me, Zarah. You’re like my mentor, my godmother, or something. You’re close to my aunt. Do you know what I mean? I need the truth. I can handle it. I’ve fought dangerous beings, and the identity of my father wouldn’t kill me, trust me. What is he? A demon?”
“No.” She glanced at Samarah for a brief second and then looked at me. “Your father is a Sera
