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Despite the scowlon my face, I was completely taken aback by the beauty on the bike. Never mind the insult to my music, I can ignore that. What I couldn’t ignore was that I couldn’t pick up her powers. Who was she? I pulled over to the side of the road as she flew off into the night on her bike. I had to adjust myself as I couldn’t help but picture her bouncing on my dick instead of the bike.

There was no time for that unfortunately, because we were here to find this murdering vigilante and had limited time to do so. This person was a fucking ghost we had nothing to go off except the papers given to us before we left for the mission. We arrived and started asking questions in the lower castes a few hours ago. This vigilante had no description, no photo, no video footage. Absolutely fucking nothing other than a cryptic old lady telling us to fuck off because Exousia helps the lower castes, and not the Shadows, before she spat at our feet and slammed the door. I scoffed at that as we turned away and piled back into the car. Shadows have been patrolling for years, and the ones on shift have never seen her, in fact, all they keep saying is that their job has been easier than usual, and that the communities have been undergoing renovations.

We thought that would be a break, I mean workers were bound to notice something, but the company doing the renovations just employs the workers and they have no idea who their boss was, nor who was patrolling the area while they worked. Even their deposits were untraceable as if it magickally appeared. I rubbed my head, this is a fucking puzzle. I don’t care about the renovations, but something tells me if we find this Exousia, then we may find an underground network and figure out who is giving money to these communities. There has to be a connection. Two things the capital cannot control happening at once? Not a chance.

“Fuck, who the hell was that? They don’t have women like that in the capital. Her curves are ridiculous and fucking yummy…” Dante was rambling in the background. I couldn’t help but agree about his assessment but something felt, off.

“Dante, shut the fuck up. I couldn’t trace powers from her,” I said.

Etienne perked up next to me. “What do you mean? Like you couldn’t figure it out or you didn’t pick up anything at all?”

“No, more like I picked up the strength of her soul, but couldn’t grasp her powers,” I mused.

“Okay, so you picked up her soul, that’s good. What was the limit then? Maybe that can give us an idea of what powers she has and how strong she is.”

“There was no limit that I could pick up,” I admitted, confused. Every Magick user had a limit, a point where their magick ran out before they needed to recuperate. The deeper the limit, the stronger the person. I realized the boys had gone silent.

“Well then, it looks like we found our first clue,” Dimitri spoke up from the back with a wicked smile on his face.

“Fuck it, back to the lower castes we go. We can scope out the bars and see if we pick up anything that might be easier than just questioning people,” I admitted. I pulled off the curb and followed her bike into the night. I hope it was a clue, but if it wasn’t, then maybe we can make time for the purple-haired beauty. I would love to feel her curves pressed up against me.

Charlie

I pulledinto the lower magick caste area, hopped off my Beast, and stretched. I set up an illusion so my bike looked like an abandoned broken down car. I quickly did my rounds and took mental notes about which homes will need renovations. I made sure to cloud myself in the shadows as I went door-to-door, and provided money for families struggling, and asked if they were okay and safe or needed any help. They all gave me deets about Shadows asking around for Exousia. I knocked on the last door, and an old lady opened the door.

“Mary, may I come in?” I said, with a smile, that she couldn’t see yet.

“Of course, Exousia, come in quickly. There were people asking for you,” she warned.

I removed the clouds and gave her a hug. She was one of the few who knew what I looked like as the Exousia. A lot of others suspected who I was but never asked, there was no need, they understood their safety was my top priority and we didn't snitch here. We had enough heat with the council.

“So, people are asking for me?” I questioned as I reached to eat some of her cookies she always had ready just for me and Pixie.

“Four large, sexy men and they all had to be over six feet. I will project the image to you,” she said, and moved around the kitchen to bring me some milk to drink with the cookies. I thanked her while laughing at her brazenness. I took note of the picture she projected and groaned.

“Yeah, I saw them earlier. I told one of them that their music sucked and drove off. They are definitely as gorgeous as I remember from the car though. Thanks, Mary, I’ll keep a lookout. They didn’t give you any trouble, right?”

She chuckled. “Me? No, I would have put them over my knee, spit at their feet, and told them Exousia protects us, not the Shadows,” she said, and I broke out in laughter.

“Charlie,” she said, suddenly seriously, “I wanted to let you know that Amy’s husband—they live down the road—is still beating her, and I have it on good authority that he will be at the bar downtown. Go beat his ass for me?” Mary asked. I assured her he would have his ass kicked as I gave her another hug, and stepped out.

I stripped my shadows down the road and walked to the bar. Plenty of people were out and they all smiled at me as I walked. Everyone here knew me, not as the Exousia as she only visited in the shadows, but as the no nonsense, but fun member of their crowd. It allowed me to learn everything I needed to know about the community I was helping to rebuild. I loved these people, they were just given a bad hand, and their magick wasn’t as strong, but that doesn’t make them any less valuable or loveable. Not to mention, they could be stronger if they all practiced, but one step at a time. I sighed. I stepped into one of my favorite bars on the road, nothing like pool, darts, and good music. I could actually shake my ass here as it played more hip hop than anything. I noticed Amy’s husband, Richard, at the end of the bar, wrapped around a random redhead.

I frowned. Amy didn’t mention anything. I hate when women feel helpless. I made a mental note to offer to train her so she wouldn’t feel like that again. The entire community has a cellphone with an SOS button, they can reach Exousia for emergencies. I wonder why she didn’t send me one.

I looked at my watch, I still had another two hours before I had to pick up Pixie. So I could relax a bit before I kicked some ass. I made my way to the bathroom, peed, washed my hands and the road wind off my face, and took a look in the mirror. Feeling cleaner, I admired my hazel eyes that changed color, depending on my mood and took in my lips, which were a natural deep pouty pink. My Latin features, long purple hair and curves, were a wet dream, but only for Pixie. A deep yearning in my chest broke out as I reached for our mental connection. Being bonded, we could never be without at least brushing our minds together.

Hey baby, at a bar downtown, getting a drink, beating a woman-beater, and missing you. I whispered to her.I miss you too, can't wait to see you, she replied mentally, and sent me a mental picture of exactly why. God, I needed to get home. I kept our minds brushing against one another and stepped out of the bathroom.

I kept my eye on Richard as I ordered a couple of shots and a beer; alcohol doesn’t really affect me much as my magick burned through it all. But a few minutes of a buzz wouldn’t be remiss. I smiled at Burns, the bartender and owner of the bar, and thanked him.

“You cannot smile at me like that Ellie, you’re a bonded woman, and might give this old man a heart attack,” he teased me, and I threw my head back and laughed.

“Puhleaze, Burns, you’re far from old, and you know Pixie will cut you. I cannot control that woman outside the bedroom,” I threw back at him.

“Okay, here, take your liquor. I need those images out of my head, you two are going to be the death of me.” He paused before adding, “You know some men were in the community, asking around for the vigilante earlier.” He glanced at me while polishing a cup.

I leaned against the bar and sipped my beer and looked around. “Hmm, really sounds like they will be searching for a long time. I hear Exousia is untraceable. I heard something about Elite Shadows in the area, I wonder if it is all connected?” I mused. He took a long look at me, and sighed.

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