Guilt

"What?" Jasmine was shocked. A few seconds after she expressed her shock, his words finally sunk in.

"Does that make you…a demon?" She asked through a whisper. She had promised herself not to be scared no matter what he said but a chill went down her spine as it finally made sense. How could a demigod be so strong? He couldn't possibly be an ordinary demigod. No wonder Bardumond was scared of him even though he was a god himself and was supposed to be stronger than him.

Seeing the look on her face, he let go of her hand that he was holding. "Are you scared of me?"

"No." She pursed her lips and denied her own feelings.

"Who else knows about it?" She asked.