Wise stared at Rosalind's bruised figure as she lay vulnerable on the floor.
His mind was a mess of emotions and thoughts. What was going on? If she had always been the demon then why claim she was being hunted by one?
Wise had sensed her panic that day, he had smelled her fear. That was how he was sure she had not been lying.
And yet his eyes were telling him a different story.
There was still a single dark horn sticking out of her head, parts of her skin were still backed out with scales and her nails were black and rigid.
There was no denying it.
Wise took a step towards Rosalind, his heart torn with turmoil.
What had he done?
Although he had thought she was a demon, it didn't change what had happened. He had mercilessly dealt with her, thinking she was the cause of Rosalind's problems.
If she was truly the demon, that would mean she was responsible for the massacre just a few days back.
All that death, all the bloodshed would have been caused by her and her alone.
