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Ihad assumed I wouldn’t ever have a One. Then everything seemed to go to hell and suddenly there he was. Only, he didn’t want me. How was life so utterly unfair? I had spent the past hour trying to figure out what my plan was going to be, and had finally decided that I was going to leave Amherst. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it here. I did. But I didn’t think I would be able to remain here.
No doubt it would get out that Frederick was my One, and had rejected me. Quite verbally. I wasn’t willing to live amongst those who knew. It was bad enough with the occasional stares and whispers. I had no doubt that there were some that truly thought my coven members and myself had actually done what had been mentioned.
Not caring that not only the council but Master Arthur would know what I was about to do, I sat up and reached for my tablet. I opened the browser and started searching for places to relocate to. I would of course let everyone know I was moving. But I had decided that Amherst just wasn’t the best fit for me.
Should I return to Europe? I had no family left, but that didn’t stop me from missing it, as well as the much more moderate temperatures. Could I return to Italy though? Ithought about it a moment before coming to the conclusion that no, I shouldn’t return to Italy. It would only look suspicious, and that was the last thing I wanted. I’d done nothing wrong, and I wanted to keep with little good standing I had with the council. Or perhaps that was all moot since they believed I could be responsible for what they thought.
I desperately wanted to search Specter Logistics, but that I could refrain from doing. Until the investigation was complete, I would avoid any and everything to do with Specter Logistics until this all has passed. Until then, I would go the safer route and simply search out places to relocate to.
Thinking about home, I tried to come up with somewhere that would be acceptable. I started looking at Spain, specifically Barcelona when my phone vibrated on the coffee table. Not wanting to lean forward again, I used magic to bring it to me. I saw I had a message from Master Arthur, and if it had been anyone other than him, I would ignore it.
Master Arthur: Could you please come to my office at your earliest convenience? There are a few things I need to discuss with you. Thank you.
I sighed. He said at my earliest convenience, but I knew that meant come to his office. I groaned, tossed the tablet aside, and then stood to go to Master Arthur’s office. It took no time to arrive; only a few minutes. When I did, before I even entered his office, I knew he wasn’t alone and it wasn’t Patrick with him.
I knocked on the open door before I stepped into the doorway. “You wished to see me?”
“Yes, Dominic. Please come in and have a seat.” Master Arthur indicated the chair in front of his desk. When I took a step inside, the sofa that Patrick often sat on came into view and I saw none other than Frederick sitting there. I hesitated for a moment before I continued into the room.
“Are there more questions he needs to ask me?” I questioned as I sat.
“I believe so, yes.”
I probably shouldn’t have closed the door on him a bit ago. The last thing I needed was to be in trouble with the council.
“I still don’t know anything about Specter Logistics,” I said. “Like I told the other enforcer, I haven’t ever heard of it until it was mentioned to me today.” I glanced between Master Arthur and Frederick.
“The questions I have are more of a personal nature,” Frederick said. “I wanted to know if we could discuss things. Specifically, our connection.”
So that was it. He’d had the door shut in his face, and now he was asking Master Arthur to help. He knew if Master Arthur was the one to ask me to come to his office, I couldn’t say no. But if Frederick had been the one to ask outside of a professional capacity, he would have received the same treatment as I’d given him earlier.
“I don’t know what there is to discuss,” I said and left it at that. As far as I was concerned, Frederick had said more than enough for both of us earlier.
“If I may,” Master Arthur said. I pulled my gaze from Frederick and focused on the coven master. “Do you recognize the connection between the two of you?” He asked.
I looked back to Frederick and narrowed my eyes. “I do, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
“You recognize that we’re fated?” Frederick asked.
“I’m a warlock. Of course I recognize that we’re fated. My body’s aura reacts to yours just as any other warlocks does to their fated One,” I said in response. “But again, what does that have to do with anything?” I looked back to Master Arthur, hoping he would answer.
“Perhaps the two of you should go to the dining hall and discuss this,” Master Arthur suggested. “Unless you are comfortable with me hearing this conversation.”
Frederick nodded, but I shook my head. “There is nothing to discuss,” I said. “Was there anything you needed to talk to me about regarding the investigation?” I asked. “I was under the impression that was why I was here, once I saw you were in the office.”
Master Arthur stood. “I’ll give the two of you a moment. I’m going to pick up Edric from classes and take him back to our quarters. I’ll be back shortly.”
I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to leave, that I would rather not be alone with the man that fate decided was perfect for me yet had denied wanting to be mine. I wasn’t sure I would ever recover from what I had heard in here earlier, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. At least not at the moment.
Master Arthur was gone before I could truly protest; leaving me alone with Frederick. I closed my eyes, and tried to calm my frustration. That would get me nowhere, and at the moment, I needed to keep myself as collected as possible.
“Is there a reason why you closed the door on me earlier?”
I partially opened my eyes; keeping them narrowed at Frederick. “What is it you wished to discuss with me?” I asked since there was no way I was going to get out of having this conversation with him.
“Why did you shut the door in my face? What did I do to you that pissed you off? Or are you always rude?”
I blinked at Frederick a few times before shaking my head. “I’m not rude. In fact, I’m usually incredibly nice. Just ask Warwick. You work with him, right?”
