Chapter 95

"We don't see her that way, Anne," Zylah said in a cordial tone, but with slight shame reddening her cheeks." I even get a little angry with that bible that you carry everywhere. I get stressed about your way of seeing the world. But what do I not get stressed about in my life? Don't take into account my opinions. Don't change it because of me. It is better to be a religious to the extreme, than inclined to Satanism like me. We are opposites, and that makes us special. We've always been like that. You can scold me if I make too many inappropriate comments.

"When did you gain all this maturity?" I mocked, giving a pat on Zylah's cheek. She laughed, pushing my hand away. I turned my eyes to Anne. Her face was illuminated. Not that I was touching your body to make your soul shine, but for some kind of happiness it awakens. Since the whole truth had been thrown at the fan, Anne had been the most affected and angry person. Now, for whatever reason, she seemed more willing to talk about it