Christmas In Hell
I look at Misha with pure reverence, “The perfect being and my Queen.”
She rolls her eyes, “Ass! Stop being vague. If I'm half-demon, what is she?”
I get Misha out of the car as the snow starts falling harder. I carry her up, and she doesn't stir.
I sigh as I lay her on her bed and turn to Ana. “She's a true hybrid. She's a demon, angel, and human, but only a tiny smidge is human. You, Ana, are what we call a halfling. You're half-human and half-demon. A halfling is a hybrid of sorts but nothing like Misha.
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