"No we are not." Azel answered, having already guessed what she wanted to ask and she deflated. "But you could say we are… similar."
Similar…
Adelia sucked in a sharp breath; he was similar to… her?
"But you're not human, neither are you Lycan or witch." She said, watching his expression carefully. "So what are you? What… what am I?"
Azel's brows furrowed, then he turned away from her with a wry smile. "Even I… I'm not sure." He answered, his frown deepening. "And I think I prefer it that way too because sometimes, Dia, ignorance is bliss."
Adelia pursed her lips. "So you don't want to tell me."
Azel winced. "That's not—"
"Don't worry, I understand." She then smiled at him and down at her reflection with a nod. "This is enough."
Yes, this was the best she'd ever felt about herself in years. It was one thing growing up and finding out that you were different… strange, and then another when you realize you were not the only one that way.
