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    Now why would he specifically bring that up. Is he implying that he touched my other drawers? I said


    he could, so why did he bring it up? Curiosity is enough to force me out of bed. I open


    nen my


    y dresser and it takes a minute for my mind to understand. Did Bemy… re- fold all my clothes?


    Everything I own is stacked in neatly folded piles. Far tidier than any folding I bother with. I check the


    next drawer and find the same thing. My top drawer has a pile on the left that clearly belongs to


    Bemy. I guess he made space and… re–organised my dresser? Huh, was it really that bad or is he


    just a little OCD? I open my bottom drawer and as promised, it’s just as messy as ever. Well, at least I


    know he didn’t go through that one, although I now feel like I need to sort it nicely to make it match the


    rest. Maybe I’ll do thatter. Impulsively, I grab my phone and call Bemy. He answers quickly.


    “Good morning.” I notice his tone is more restrained than normal. I can hear voices in the background.


    “Hi, wait, are you in a meeting right now?” I demand.


    “Yes.” He answers simply.


    “Then why did you answer?!”


    “Because you called.” I’m stumped for a second, then I remember that Bemy is actually.


    busy.


    “Okay well… this is me checking in, and you are weirdly tidy. Have a nice day.” Before he can respond I


    end the call. I can’t believe he took my call in the middle of a meeting. I’d understand if I had been


    repeatedly calling or if my rm went off or something, but he had to know I was just waking up. A text


    messagees through.


    Bemy- Thanks for checking in. And I guess I just wanted to do something nice for you, if that makes


    me weirdly tidy then so be it.


    Ryann- I’m not sure if it’s weird or not. But it is nice. I’m gonna go get ready for work now. Sorry for


    interrupting your meeting. Also stop texting during meetings, it’s rude.


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    Bemy- Never be sorry for calling me.


    Bemy- I can text during meetings if I want. Who is going to stop me?


    Ryann- Rolling my eyes at you. I’m going to be busy now. Bye.


    I drop my phone so I won’t be tempted to keep distracting Bemy, I quickly shower and get dressed


    for the day so that I’ll be ready when Aaron shows up. I head out to the kitchen to grab a ss of water


    and notice a slip of paper under my front door. Weird. I grab it and unfold it. It’s a typed out letter.


    I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. THIS ISN’T OVER.


    What the hell? I run back to my room and grab my phone. My first instinct is to call Bemy, my finger


    is hovering over the call button when I hesitate. If I show Bemy this letter he’s going to go insane. I


    just know it. He will probably try and drag me to his ce and lock me in. I’ll be back to twenty four


    hour guards and no privacy. I fought so hard for this, I’m not willing to give it up over some stupid note.


    I open the security app and go back over the camera recordings. I eventually find that someone hand


    delivered the letter at around five am. I can’t really make out anything about them though. They’re


    wearing all ck, not particrly tall or short and other than that I can’t see anything. I suspect they


    might be using an illusion charm or something because even when the camera should clearly show the


    person’s face I can’t see anything. If that’s the case, even the Shifter’s sensitive noses won’t be of any


    use in hunting for clues. All they’re going to smell is magic. I really don’t know what to do. I know I


    SHOULD tell Bemy, but I really think my current security arrangement. is plenty. It’s not like the


    unknown person made it into my house. Bemy was herest. night and they still delivered the letter.


    As long as it’s just a letter it’s not like it’s any more of a threat than he’s already expecting. What I really


    want to know is what the sender means by ‘I know what you did.‘ What are they referring to? I’d like to


    know what exactly I did that inspired them to send me weird warning letters. I can’t think of anything


    particrly problematic. I mean, as a teenager I made the mistake of telling a few people about their


    ties. and identally broke up a couple. The girl harassed me for the rest of high school, ming me


    for the end of her rtionship. I did feel really bad about it, but I don’t think it was worth all the trouble


    she put me through. But surely it can’t be anything like that. The only threads I’ve revealedtely are


    my own and Megan’s. Sure I broke her and Tristan up, but he’s dead so it’s not likely he’s writing me


    angry letters. I guess it’s more likely something to do with Bemy. Maybe they’re implying they know


    about my rtionship with him? If that’s the case, I really don’t want to tell him. He feels guilty enough


    that I have to deal with all the


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    extras thate with dating him. He doesn’t need more stress on top of that. Yes, I think it’s for the


    best that I keep this to myself for now. It’s just a


    note. If it bes a problem or anything else happens then I’ll tell Bemy I promise myself, ignoring


    the hint of guilt.


    I hide the note in my underwear drawer. Mostly because that’s the one ce I’ve already told Bemy


    to stay away from so I shouldn’t need to awkwardly keep him away from something. I could destroy the


    note, but I’m not that dumb. If the problem continues then I’m going to need the note as evidence. But IContent from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    don’t think it’s likely. Anyone who sends anonymous notes has to be a coward. I’ll probably never hear


    from them again. A knock at my door tells me that Aaron has arrived. I didn’t realise it had gotten so


    late. I literally run to answer the door. I’m a little breathless when I swing it open.


    “Morning Aaron!” I greet him cheerfully. He raises an eyebrow at me and I just shrug.


    “I didn’t want to keep you waiting. Ready for food? Bemy and I went to this nice bakery the other day,


    I was thinking we could stop off there if that’s alright?” I chatter away as I grab my stuff, trying to act


    normal. Except now that I’m trying to behave like I usually do, I can’t quite remember what that actually


    is. Hopefully he doesn’t notice how awkward I am. Or just attributes it to something else.


    Brunch with Aaron is once again, very quiet. I start asking him yes or no questions so that he will at


    least nod or shake his head in response. At least that way I feel like it’s a two conversation.


    way


    “Did you have a nice evening Aaron?” He nods.


    “Great, I did too. Bemy and I made dinner together. Do you cook?” Another nod.


    “Oh really? Maybe you can give me some pointers sometime. I think I need more practice. I fell asleep


    so fastst night. Usually I watch a movie or something. Do you watch TV much?” A small shake of the


    head.


    “No? What do you do for fun? I bet I can guess. Uhhhm. Read?” He shrugs.


    “Okay, exercise? Do you run or something?” another shrug. So he probably does but maybe not for fun


    as much as fitness.


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    “What about music? I can’t imagine you singing, but do you listen to music?” Another shrug but this one


    is slower, more like he’s considered it. So music is a maybe. I spend a bit longer


    interrogating Aaron between mouthfuls of food and decide that the man is an absolute. workaholic.