I swallow. He missed everything... The fact that I'm...what I am. What if he holds it against---
Just as I try to finish my thought, a nurse walks in, "I know what you are, and get out before we call the cops."
"What?" I ask, "He's my fiancè."
She comes to me and gets out a shot filled with vervain, enjecting it in my neck and making me pass out, "Dont worry. She won't bother you again," She tells him, dragging me away.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes