Slave To The Archangel
She was all red in the face when she saw me last time.
"Thinking about the vampire girl again?" Leafa is cleaning my ceiling with a cute dust brush.
I hand her a sheepish smile, teeth, and everything. "How did you know?"
My smile must be brighter than the sun. I don't feel strange talking about women with Leafa, she is mother and friend twisted into one, and I trust the little fairy. Her own family is dead, so she treats me like the most precious person in her life.
"That dreamy look on your face, amigo," She does this headshake while avoiding my eyes. "Women are dangerous—don't get too lost in their pretty eyes, or they will crush your heart like mango,"
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