XLII

      "What do you think about that woman?"

       "Which?"

     He wanted to feign the innocent one. That was never the plain truth of course. It had never been and would never be. 

    The fairy always knew how to figure out whenever he was feigning and when he was sane. That really didn't seem to bother him. It really did though but he wouldn't suffer to let it slide. 

     "The one that just left here of course."

    He took a swig from the cup of cappuccino before him. That was one of the better things he had tasted ever in his life. That was way better from the Impalas he had ever feasted on. A part of him didn't want him to return being a tiger. A human did befit him. At least, that was the lie he was telling himself. 

         The fairy's fiery gaze wa

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