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Chapter 19

Charlotte's POV

I feel the pain in my head but keep my eyes closed, I now regretting consuming that much alcohol. I'm now dreading trying to get information, what if I mess it up? The card...I shoot up realising I put the card in the front of my heel and my heels aren't on my feet. I ignore my thumping headache and climb off the bed, my eyes roam the floor in search for my pair of heels. I find them in the corner beside the wardrobe and snatch them up, I tip the heel upside in fear that it might not be there now, in fear that Magic could've found it. Just when I'm away to have a full on panic the card falls to the floor with a swirl.

I grab it and grab my phone off the bedside table, I quickly text the number and wait for a few moments. I read the card, Agent Carol Woods. It has a logo of New York city police, it seems legit and I'm becoming desperate to get out of here. I don't think I can keep the act up, the consistent struggling of acting like I'm not scared. I am scared but I've noticed one thing about myself, in this moment. I'm good at  acting like I'm fine, maybe it will be a piece of cake to me after all. Well, I'm hoping that I can keep it up.

A text message comes through and my eyes shoot down to the phone in my other hand.

Keep your phone close.

I sigh standing from my bed and tucking the card away in my sock drawer before making my way downstairs. The more I climb downstairs the worse my headache becomes. The house is quiet which makes me wonder where everyone is, I haven't even seen one bodyguard. When I step foot into the kitchen Isabella is wiping down the counters, "Hey", my voice comes out croaky. When I speak a shooting pain comes across my head, ugh...I'm so hungover. 

"Hi", Isabella sweetly says. 

"Where is everyone?", I ask glancing around before sitting down at the island counter. Isabella has made this kitchen spotlessly clean.

"When I was fluffing the cushions Nick said they've been called out and I have to look after you,  you're not a child so I'm not sure what they expect me to do", she nervously laughs. I wonder what they were called out for? and I'm glad Nick is alright, I can't believe Magic allows his people to do that shit. I thought they had a saying 'Don't get high on your own supply'

"Hmm, they all left?"

"Well mostly, there is still bodyguards patrolling the perimeter like usual", when she finished wiping down the counters she turns to me, "Magic told me to give you some aspirin if you're hungover so would you like a coffee and some aspirin?"

I nod rubbing my head, is it that obvious that I feel like shit, "Thank you, I can make it myself though", I stand but she places up her hand to stop me.

"No, don't worry about it. You sit", she smiles and I sit down feeling kind of guilty. 

"So, do you know where they went?", I ask hoping she knows.

She shakes her head, "No, I'm just the maid. They only tell me to do things", she lightly chuckles. I like Isabella, she's small, maybe around four foot eleven, she has chocolate brown hair that is always tied in a bun. She has this mole above her lip and she speaks with an accent but It's not a New York one. "Even if they did tell me things I unfortunately can't share it with you"

Yeah she told me she couldn't before, "Are you allowed to speak about yourself?", I ask. 

She nods with a smile, "What would you like to know?"

"Hmm", I hum as she places a hot coffee mug in front of me and some aspirin, "Where you from?"

"I'm from Italy, Sicily to be exact"