Slave To The Archangel
A happy voice calls out, and I jump in fright when a beaming smile swoops down from a tree branch; Maze loves climbing in the trees—one could mistake her for a monkey instead of assuming she is a werewolf.
Maze is my best friend. She is three years younger than me and will grow old eons before my bones crumble to dust. Since I'm a vampire, we will one day grow apart, but at the moment, Maze acts like a little sister to me.
Catrina, Maze's mother, works for my father as his most valuable and work-driven maid, but Maze is a troublemaker and not the least bit interested in helping her mother. She can often be found escaping from her duties and hanging out with me instead.
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