She's promised him the truth, hasn't she? Sarah keeps an impassive look on her face, refusing to let emotion sway her when she's had her weak moments. This is not one of them. "When I was seventeen, something came for me in order to kill me so that I wouldn't give birth to a son. It failed, but they haven't stopped trying to hunt me since."

She lets her fingers drift to her stomach, tracing the jagged scar all the way up. "This one, though. This is from the birth."