Hope

“Elena?” I say in shock. “But how? You’re…” It feels like my mind is short-circuiting.

“Don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself,” she teases before she turns back to Keith. “Down boy, I won’t hurt my blood.”

Keith doesn't move. I dont expect him to. It wouldn't be natural for a dmonaite male like him to stand aside while I'm injured, given that he doesn't know her.

Shit. I’m not sure I know her either.

“You do,” she answers my unspoken question.

“Why should I believe you?” I ask.

Elena smiles. “Cleaver girl. I would expect nothing less from my granddaughter.”

I snort. “Dont you mean great-great-great-great-great”

“Okay,...