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    When we finish eating, Aaron, Darrien and Bemy clean up. Megan and I try to help but the guys


    refuse and insist that we sit and rx.


    “You cooked, we clean.” Bemy insists. Well, far be it from me to argue if a handsome group of guys


    wants to clean up while we sit and chill. Still, by the time they finish, I’m getting antsy. I want to hear


    what Aaron found out. Megan and Darrien have no idea what the meeting is for so Bemy gives them


    a quick exnation. They seem a little confused at my extreme interest, but neither of them question


    my desire to help, which I appreciate. It suddenly urs to me that Aaron, AARON is going to give a


    report. A verbal report. He is going to TELL us what happened? That’s insane. Surely he will have to


    speak more than a single sentence now! My ns are ruined when he pulls out a neatly folded piece of


    paper from his jacket pocket and hands it to me. I smooth it out to find… he TYPED out his report. I


    whirl to face him.


    “You’re doing this on purpose now aren’t you?” I demand. Meganughs.


    “Why would he do that?” She blurts out.


    Aaron keeps his expression nk.


    “Exactly, why Miss Gale?” He says in a monotone. I roll my eyes and re at him. After a second his


    nk expression breaks when his mouth twitches into a tiny half smile. I knew it. Bemy seems


    amused as does Darrien. They all watch me expectantly.


    “Ugh fine.” I read out the report that Aaron gave me.


    “The home was blocked off with police tape as expected. I could not determine the species of the


    attackers but I was able to determine the same type of magical trace that was found after the


    vandalism at Miss Gale’s home suggesting the same type of magic was used to disguise it. There were


    signs of a struggle and it is also worth noting that the couple who were killed and the child did not give


    off human scents as the papers suggested but something else instead. At least one of the parents was


    a Witch, the other and the something different. Not


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    somethingmon as I have note across the scent before. I could not find any other evidence


    that would be useful to us.” I finish reading and drop the paper on the table. They have the same magic


    as the people who attacked my home? I nce at Bemy, his


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    expression is beyond dark. He is thinking something through and I decide to ask a few questions


    before he freaks out too much.


    “If you didn’t recognise the scent, is it possible that someone else will? I don’t know if being aware of


    her species will help us find the girl but it might be useful to be aware of her capabilities. We still don’t


    know why she was taken after all.” Aaron gives a nod.


    “Yes it’s possible.” He pulls out another item from his jacket pocket. A small stic ziplock bag. Inside


    is a scrap of fabric.


    “From her pillow case.” he exins. I smile my approval.


    “Thanks. Maybe someone will recognise it.” He passes it around to everyone else in the room but they


    all shake their heads no, they don’t know it. I sigh. Oh well, it was worth a shot.


    “Does… does that mean there’s nothing we can do to help?” I ask quietly. Everyone at the table falls


    quiet and the silence hurts. Bemy reaches out and grabs my hand.


    “We’ll think of something, this is important to you.” I appreciate his effort tofort although he’s


    squeezing my hand a little tight so I know he’s not thrilled right now.


    “You alright?” I ask. He gives a short nod.


    “Fine. Just re–evaluating your safety measures.” My brow furrows.


    me,


    “What do you mean? I already moved in here, took time off work and agreed not to go anywhere alone.


    What else could you possibly want?” I ask, a little horrified. He stares at me and clutches my hand in


    both of his.


    “How are you not more worried about this? He told us that the same magical traces we found at your


    house was found at the scene of a double homicide and kidnapping!” His voice is measured, I can see


    that he is actively trying to stay in control but the more he speaks the louder his voice is getting.


    “There are tons of potential exnations for that though. It’s probably not the same person, it’s not


    even the same type of crime! They probably just purchased from the same store or used the same


    reference to do the spell. I agree we should be cautious, but let’s not jump to


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    conclusions just yet.” I try to reason. The look Bemy gives me tells me he isn’t buying my


    exnation. To be honest, I’m not sure I do either. If it was just the spell I would understand, but my


    weird dreams have me on edge. Something is up, I just have no idea what. He releases me, drags a


    hand through his damp hair and lets out an exasperated sigh.


    gates to


    “Regardless, we need to be more careful. No more unnecessary outings, and if I’m not home then


    Darrien or Aaron should be here. It’s not likely that anyone could get past the gat ournd but who


    knows what spells they have ess to.” He decides. I sigh. I get the feeling there’s going to be some


    debate over what counts as a necessary outing. But how mad can I be when there is someone out to


    get me? Would I rather he didn’t care at all?


    “I also need you to tell me right away if you have any more of those dreams. Wake me up if you need


    to, okay? I don’t know if they mean anything or if it’s just because you’re anxious about all the


    but since you’re concerned I don’t want to ignore it, just in case.” he states firmly. I give a small smile,


    grateful that he’s not dismissing my weird dreams.


    “Aaron, Darrien, You guys work out a schedule to make sure one or both of you are here when. I’m not


    home. Nights should be fine but I still have to go out during the day asionally. You’re both wee


    to make yourselvesfortable here in between times or take meals here. Does anyone have any


    further questions?” He confirms.


    “Yeah, I do. I need to go get some more of my stuff if I’m going to be here for a while. Are you free to


    take me today or should I go with Aaron?” I ask. Bemy shakes his head.


    “Make a list, Aaron can go for you. You don’t need to leave for something like that.” He orders. I cross


    my arms over my chest.


    my


    “No. That doesn’t work for me. No offence Aaron, but I don’t need some guy going through


    drawers looking for my stuff. I’m notfortable with YOU going through all my drawers, so why would


    I be okay with someone else doing it?” I point out. Bemy looks torn between. understanding and


    being stubborn. I can tell that he wants to give me what I want, but the overprotective part of him wants


    to lock me in this house and not let me leave until he knows the danger is taken care of. I make eye


    contact with him and hold it.