"Hi," the woman said softly, her voice carrying a melodic lilt. "Cassius here told me everything that was happening."
Noah's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't even prepared himself for this moment ever since he spoke to Elizabeth which was just two hours ago. He just knew about her existence hours ago and now she was standing on his porch, he felt overwhelmed.
"Come in," he managed, stepping aside to let them pass. "You must be the daughter Elizabeth talked about... my daughter."
He studied her as she stepped into the cabin, the light flickering off her auburn hair. Her scent hit him—a sharp blend of fire and sulfur, the scent of a demon. His mind raced, trying to reconcile this woman before him with the daughter he had never known.
