The worst definition of gentle
"Yes Marcey I would. And tell your brother he doesnt have a chance at invitation to my place."
"Okay." She then brings out her phone and begins to type something in it.
"Ana...have you decided. Do I need to pack or do you need to pack?" He watched her gaze that was on Marcey for some seconds before she finally gives him her attention.
"I still want to know. There are other people in my building who needs protection. Why only me?" She has to be sure she wasn't coming here to be a free meal for all the demoms that live here.
