“You are not a regular hybrid… You are something else…” she crossed her arms before her chest. She was not mad; she was guarding herself, trying to figure out what she had before her.
I looked at all three. My friends, the girls who live with me, the ones who didn't hesitate to go to aid the person who was losing it. They had no idea it was me. They didn't hesitate to run towards a risky situation; they didn't care if humans would find out who they really were.
“My name is not Isla Smith,” I mumbled.
“Figured,” Arline said, and I took a deep breath.
“I am Aurora D´Angelo,” I confessed.
“The princess?” Arline gasped, and I nodded.
“How? What? Never mind…” she said, and I smiled.
“I am still me… I just applied under a different name. My dad would never have let me come as mysel
