Chapter 53 Truth

• “Start from the beginning,” I whisper, fighting my desire for him. Sexual distractions are not what I need right now.
• “Once every year, you and your mother would come and stay here with us. My father was always in the realm of the angels. We were sworn never to speak of you in front of our father. Each year after every visit, you would forget about us and who we were. So, each visit you made we had to start all over again in gaining your trust and friendship. By the time we’d been through all that palaver, it would usually be time for you to leave again.
• “One day when I was about six, I stole my father’s dagger, a gift to him from God himself. My father had bragged to us countless times about how powerful the dagger was. I found a spell in my mother’s collection and decided I would stop Hope from clearing me from your mind.