Page 38 of The Blairville Legacies

“That’s 10 kilometers from here,” Dad said with amusement, and Bayla’s expression filled with exasperation.

“Then you’ll drive me, Mum.”

Ms. Adams was pouring Dad some wine.

“I can try, but I have a job. And my employer expects me to show up at the lab at seven.”

Bay set the glass down on the table a little too quickly and the water spilled over. A strand that until now had been tucked behind her ear slipped down her freckle-streaked face.

“You got a new job? Why wouldn’t I know that?”

Disappointment resonated in her words.

Thewitch thingapparently wasn’t the only thing she didn’t know about.

“So, what is your occupation, Ms. Adams?” Mia asked with interest.

“Feel free to call me Diana,” Ms. Adams now also offered to my little sister.

Mia’s cheeks turned red in a flash.

I had to grin.

“I’m a molecular biologist.”

An enthusiastic “Really?” escaped my little sister.

She had been interested in science for a long time. Back then, she had really wanted to be a veterinarian, but she had since found an interest in computers and wanted to study IT science after high school. I, on the other hand, spent hours at my grand piano and, when the weather was good, on my car.

The two of us were so different.

“So where are you working now?” asked Dad.

“At DLSC.”

“DLSC?”

Bay looked at her mother questioningly.

But before Ms. Adams could answer, my father had interjected.

“Why are you working for the DeLoughreys?”

He looked as horrified as I had been when I found out that Bay knew nothing about her abilities.

I, too, was surprised that Ms. Adams pretty much skirted all the rules of the Circle, as I had almost skirted my transfer in tenth grade.

“Why not, Graham?”

She glanced at him warningly, indicating that she didn’t want to talk about it around her daughter.

The DeLoughreys didn’t have a particularly good relationship with the Quatura...much less with the pack. The money they had earned over many decades within their family dynasty, through whatever crooked dealings, allowed them to buy up buildings of all kinds. In recent years, they had tried to connect the police station with their shady secret service and the Copelands hospital with the DLSC. But that’s all I knew about this family. And everything I knew, I knew through my father, who had to deal with the aggressive fronts of this town on a daily basis.

I personally had nothing to do with them, and I was glad of it. These dark creatures could keep away from me, just like the pathetic Copeland pack.

My father didn’t elaborate, but I could literally see the question marks popping up above his head.

“But it would be really nice of you, Julian, if you could give Bay a ride now and then,” Ms. Adam deflected once again. Unfortunately for me.

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