"What are you?" I demand, my voice shaking. "What exactly are you? What is this? What is going on?" He smirks, slow and casual, like he's been expecting me to ask. "What do you think this is?" he says. "I don't know what you are," I admit, my chest tight. "But I do know this... this isn't natural. All of this, none of it is normal." His smirk deepens, sharper this time. "You're right," he whispers. "Maybe I'm not natural. Maybe... you're not natural either." I stare at him, confused, heart racing. He steps closer, and closer, until it feels like every step draws the world tighter around us. "Maybe everything isn't what you think it is," he says. Then he kisses me. ^^^^ Hera lived her life hidden under the wraps, hidden from the crowd until she meets Daemon. Who seems to be present, and knows more about her than she knows about herself. Life begins to take an unexpected turn that Hera doesn't see coming, as she entangles with the fallen angel.

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