“Were you able to get in touch with your family?”
Celeste looked away from the window and seemingly studied my face. “Why do you care?”
I had to fight the urge to sigh. “I was curious what your family was like.”
This time she rolled her eyes. “Now I know you’re up to something,” she huffed, turning to look back out at the city as it rolled by. “They’re just mere humans. Beneath you.”
Ignoring the acrimonious tone as best I could, I stared straight ahead. “You aren’t wrong,” I said slowly, trying to pick my words with care. “I do avoid mortals. Generally, I don’t see much reason to try and relate to them, but don’t mistake that for disliking them. I do try to keep them out of supernatural business when I can. It never ends well for them.”
I paused before glancing at her, the corner of
