His voice became even quieter now, and the firelight made his red hair look darker. "I know what people called me when I was young. I know what they whispered. I know my blood was useful to my master, and I know my mother tried to hide things from me before she died. But I do not know what kind of demon blood it is. I do not know what I truly am."
Isabella listened.
This time, she did not interrupt.
Cyrus's fingers pressed against his own palm as he continued, "I only knew that it was strong. Too strong sometimes. I learned how to suppress it because if I did not, people would notice. Later, when you became pregnant, I sensed it in the hatchlings."
His voice shook at the last word.
