Trying to wrap my head around what Witsburg just said is a distant dream.
What I'm going through as of now, is disbelief and panic.
"You're not making any sense," I get off the chair. "The demon…is my mate? Darius is my mate." I say, completely forgetting Elias.
"I never said he wasn't." Witsburg says, with a wince that doesn't go unnoticed by me.
I begin to pace around the room while trying to make coherency out of this.
"This doesn't make any sense, how can you say a demon is my mate? Last I checked, it has existed for over a thousand years. I'm just eighteen." I say, panic in my voice.
Witsburg doesn't answer my question, what he does instead is to cough erratically.
A cough so bad I can feel his pain from it.
"Are…you okay?" I ask a dumb question, he obviously isn't, but I don't know what else to say.
He continues to cough, then…he coughs blood onto his palm.