"I'm a hybrid, dear. There are a lot of things you don't know about me. It's better that you are left in the dark. The less you know, the better for your safety and mental well-being," Demetria remarked cryptically.

"OK." Clarice didn't inquire further. The salty wind was blowing through her hair, caressing her skin. She walked to the edge and grabbed the railing, looking down, studying the rocks below. She wasn't aware that Demetria was standing behind her.

"If you are studying rock ...