"Who knows? I don't think there real but my mother always warned me that fairies would come and steal me if I was a bad child." He laughs with me and soon people are staring at the mad couple in the corner wiping tears from our eyes.

“Honestly there are sub-demons. I don’t know if demons are real but their pests are. The sub-demons glamour themselves to look like rodents. They mainly do this for humans, so they don’t get killed or found out. Witches have familiars; they are sub-demons but can look like normal pets.” He says.

"This is hard to believe if I hadn't seen it. How many of you are there? I mean supernaturals." I ask.

"Well, that's a complicated question. No one really knows because of the wars between our kinds." He says quietly.

"What wars?" I say just as quietly because some people walk past our table.

"I can't tell you. Your human but let's say vampires are not like us, witches are neutral and help whoever pays. The angels are well, they are dicks but they hate witches." he says.

"Why are vampires not like us?" I ask.

"They feed on human’s Winter. They need you to survive." He says in a scary tone. The café is strangely quiet as his words scare me.

“So how long do you live for? Are you immortal?” I ask.

“We live for around two hundred years or so. All the supernatural have the same life span.” He tells me.

My phone rings as Harris finishes his sandwiches like he hadn’t just told me all the secrets of the world.

"Hey," I answer without looking.

"I'm picking you up at five tonight." Jaxson’s growly voice says down the phone.

"Alright," I answer, but the bastard has hung up on me.

"Jax I'm guessing?" Harris laughs as he asks.

"He is a rude asshole," I tell Harris.

"Nah he just, well he doesn't let people close and he dislikes humans. It's not you," he tells me.

"Right," I mutter not wanting Harris to see how that affected me. I stand up grabbing my bag to leave.

"He is picking me up at five and I have an essay to finish tonight, so I have to go," I tell him as he stands too.

Harris shocks me by pulling me into a tight hug.

"We shifters can smell your strong emotions. Don't let Jax upset you because I have a feeling you’re going to change his stubborn mind." Harris whispers before letting me go.

"Shoot, I forgot about the rest of my questions," I say as I put our rubbish in the bin by the door.

"Another time." He laughs before we both walk out. I shoot a wave at Harris before turning and walking to my car and going home quickly to get some work done.