Derek's eye flashed with a dark, unnatural gleam, glowing faintly with malice, "What did you two lack so much that the both of you let a filthy demon touch and corrupt you?" His words were a guttural accusation, as if the mere thought of it disgusted him, "How could you two betray me like this?"
Rachel's eyes widened in shock at his words, her pulse quickening as her grip on her mother tightened.
She could feel the dark weight of his words pressing down on her chest, each syllable a hammer striking her heart.
His anger wasn't just at her—it was at them both, and for the first time, Rachel understood just how far gone her father was.
Cecilia's breath caught in her throat, but she gathered every ounce of strength within her as she stared back at Derek, her expression hardening.
