The Devil Turning Saint.

The air in the room had suddenly turned stiff after Ashley’s words. But the boy remained smiling, clearly not knowing the meaning of the glances his parents exchanged. Had they just heard right? Ashley, saved by Angelina? The very same Angelina Fernandez they knew? Scheming, witchy and all? Uh-uh, no way in hell that actually happened. But it was also clear that Ashley wasn’t lying. The bundled demon of joy looked far too innocent to be lying. At times Leonica even feared that the kid didn’t even know how to lie and now was no different. So, it was either his brain was still a bit muddled from the entire experience or the doctors had given him some sort of shot that messed up his entire mind and made him mouth speak all kind of rubbish, or perhaps both. Leonica chugged her son’s strange behavior and unreal words up to the two. Chuckling, she gently brought his hands down. “Ash, Honey, tell me, do you feel alright? Do I.. need to question the doctor about your shots?” “Nope.” The child