Chapter 75

• I have always known I was a hybrid, but I never suspected that my other half, the other half of my DNA would be made up of vampire. For a moment I’m suspended in a state of disbelief, certain that King Julian must be mistaken but Charisma seems to believe him and some small part of me acknowledges that it makes sense. Shifters and vampires have always been mortal enemies so if I had been born, the result of a love between each race, what alternative would there have been but to abandon me in the hopes somebody would adopt and love me? I had to have been the product of a forbidden romance.
• Charisma plonks herself on the bed, examining me closely, a look of concern on her beautiful face.
• “How are you feeling?” she asked intently, “it can’t have been easy for you to have heard that.”