Knox sipped a diet Coke. "I love your hair."
"My papers are green," Jo said too quickly. "Green, green, green."
Knox sat up in the booth, hands up. "Oh yeah. Mine too. Completely green."
"My hair is stubborn," she said, tugging on a curl. "The dye washes out no matter what I do."
Knox nodded his head decisively. "Yeah, I'm not a demon lover. Nothing like that. It's just, you're so brave, having any kind of red hair here."
Jo blushed, hid her eyes and pushed her auburn locks behind her ear.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
