Lily's P.O.V
As much as I hate using vulgar language, it seemed to work. Why is it that when you ask someone to do something nicely they don't always listen but the moment you use a different tone and a few curse words they listen? Kristen sat her ass down on the seat and sat facing me, eager to pay attention.
"What do you know about mythical creatures?"
I asked her. She scrunched up her face and looked at me as though I had just told her the trees are pink instead of green.
"That they don't exist."
She said, but it sounded more like a question than an answer.
"What if I told you they did?"
"I would say, you're delusional... the beautiful ones always are."
I gave her a stern look, then said.
"They exist, and I can prove it to you."
"Look lady, all I want to know is where I can fi
