Bianca
I didn't know how to react, my thoughts scattered like ashes in the wind. My voice stuck somewhere between a scream and a sob.
I clenched my fists, every muscle begging me to run, but I stayed, locked in place by the weight of her words.
"You were marked before your first breath," she whispered. "The immortals. The cursed. They're all waiting on you, Bianca."
This is just strange. "But I don't believe in all this you've just stated. I have a family," I scoffed at the word, even though deep down in my heart, I knew more than ever they never treated me as one.
But they were still my parents, even though I had decided I didn't want anything to do with them anymore. How do I even start to forget my past life growing up?
"That child laid by the bush path was picked up by a desperate family who needed a child after sending theirs away." She breathed, leaning in, her gaze blazing.
"You, Bianca, are that child, born half mortal and half immortal."
