Harvested
Fighting the two of them will result in disaster for me.
I glance toward the humans to see Krystal looking like an angel dressed in blue. The sound of her laugh and the shine in her green eyes flash in my memory, but then again...I let my eyes travel down the row of females a few seats to watch the quiet Makskin, that seems resigned into thinking no one has noticed her. Her soft brown hair and purple eyes are captivating as well. Her personality was on the shy side, but she seemed sweet. She had let me ask questions during our dance but didn't ask any of her own. She could be the one for me. As far as I know, no one has shown particular interest in her. Krystal is human...her body small and