Legends and folktales
(James POV) There it was again. That feeling. Something wasn't right. As soon as he opened his eyes he felt it. Sensed it. Looming like a sense of foreboding. Glancing at the clock he noticed it was going on six a.m. Looking around the room, he noticed the curtains were still closed. No coffee tray. Shaking his head, he got out of bed and showered swiftly. Packing his suitcase was easy. He'd only be in the human world for a few days. After dressing, he became a blur. Ripping clothes from his closet, then stuffing things quickly into his suitcase. He was eager to go. See Cassandra again. To hear any updates on her and the baby. He smiled softly as he lifted the photo of his unborn son. 'Stay strong, my son.' He whispered to the picture before placing it back next to Cassandra's. His
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