"You don't mind that I'm human, Ma'am?" I ask the woman curiously.
It's the first time someone's stood up for me and I can't help but melt with happiness from knowing I have someone by my side.
"Not Ma'am, Genevieve," she corrects me with her name.
Again my eyes glow and I stare back at her son and then his mother, comparing these two who are completely opposites of each other and snicker.
"If only he was like his mother." I think to myself with annoyance.
"Don't try to compare us in that head of yours," Dexter says from behind me.
I'm caught off guard when I turn around and find his fingers delivering a powerful flick to my head.
"Ow!" I yell while I rub my forehead with glares of daggers directed towards him.
Once again, I can't help but wish he were more like his mother.
"Genev
