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It wasn't the first time Laia's grandmother had scolded him, so he didn't pay much attention to the details of that first sentence.

"I'm sorry, Mastress, it was the end of the school year and I couldn't get out of my obligations."

"I'm not saying that, idiot, look at me, smell me and read my mind, you piece of brute."

Pablo was disconcerted, but when the mastress left an amulet on the table and stopped being in contact with his wrinkled skin, the vampire could smell that strange smell that he hadn't felt for centuries. He was on guard out of habit, as if at any moment he had to run out of there, but the woman just looked at him with a smile on her face.

"Are you a witch? Since when do you know that I...?"

"That you're a weirdo? Well, since I've known you, two souls in such a perfect body is not something that can go unnoticed by someone like me, and besides, I was playing with an advantage, I was waiting for you..."

"Was I waiting for you?"