The old master froze, his jaw clamping shut. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Your bastard grandson is a rapist," she said with a sneer. "Your precious home training? It failed. Miserably. But don't worry… I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget."
His face paled. "Tell me, Sophie… did he truly do that to you? If he did, I swear, I won't protect him. I've always stood for the truth. I'll make sure he's punished, I swear it."
There was sincerity in his voice. Pain, even.
But Sophie just tilted her head with pity. "Ahh… why are all you humans the same? So trusting. So gullible. So… stupid."
She rose from the bed, her eyes gleaming red again. He stared at her in horror as a realization struck him.
Had she just called him… human? What is she, he thought with fear, is she a…
"You poor old soul," she said softly, reading the thoughts rushing through his mind. "Yes, you married your son to a monster. But not a witch, oh no. Comparing me to witches is an insult."
