Lennon sighs. “Host or no, demigod or no, who are we to trust? One whisper of our identity and we're hunted, labeled by those who don’t understand as supernatural, witches to be burned at stakes.” She gets off of the counter and walk around.
Carra swallows thickly. “I don’t know how you don’t think about it. It’s all I’ve thought about since you left. I- please. Give me a chance. As much as I steal, I’m not used to being stolen from.”
Carra swallows thickly. “I don’t know how you don’t think about it. It’s all I’ve thought about since you left. I- please. Give me a chance. As much as I steal, I’m not used to being stolen from.”