Mailah sat completely still, her heart aching so deeply for the annoying, pink-hoodie-wearing girl sleeping upstairs. She finally understood why Chloe snapped her gum, why she complained about secondary private jets, and why she was so deeply obsessed with designer clothes and iced coffee.
The luxury wasn't just a preference. It was her armor. It was the only thing that made her feel safe, valuable, and seen in a world that had thrown her away.
"Grayson..." Mailah whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes. "That's heartbreaking."
Grayson looked at Mailah's tearful face, his eyes instantly softening into pure concern. He leaned up, his long fingers gently wiping a tiny tear from the corner of her eye.
"Do not cry, my love," Grayson murmured softly, his deep voice rich with sweet comfort. "It is in the past. She is a full-grown demon now, even if she acts like an uneducated teenage human."
