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TAMING DEMONS#93

MANCHESTER, 1226. 

"Are we supposed to be here?" Solomon asked as we looked at the castle from the forest's darkness.

He had asked me such unnecessary questions for half an hour, and I didn't know how much more I could take. I may blow up and end up snapping his throat. That was a brilliant idea, however, but it would slow down what we were trying to do.

Since Mother left us, we had returned to hiding, too scared to live among the humans. We were frightened that we would be caught and forced to kill the humans again. We still didn't know how to control our demonic thirst, which was starting to get annoying.

The little time we had spent with humans when Mother was around, I had felt alive. I fel

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