{[Eamon]}
I was talking to John, when Alyssa came up to me in all of her grace and glory. John nearly choked on his glass when he saw her.
"Eamon, can I talk to you?" she asked, quietly. Her red lips spoke words but it was hard for me to focus on the words for some reason.
"Hm?" I said, absentmindedly.
"Eamon-" she said, impatiently, but was cut off by John.
"I say, Eamon, who is this beauty here?" he drawled, and pulled out his pipe and lighter.
"She's Alyssa Bell, my..." I said, unsure of what she was, also.
"Cousin." she supplied. "Don't smoke in a lady's presence." And then, she reached out and distinguished the flame on the match before he put it on the pipe.
"But other lady's find it attractive when I smoke." he complained, teasingly.
"Well, not around this lady." she said, firmly.
"Alyssa, meet my friend, John Ramsey." I said, smiling at their small banter.
She raised a thin eyebrow at him and inspected him from head to toe. "Reperio in magicis..." she said, in a foreign language.
"Quod non facile quicquam invenias." he replied, sounding surprised.
Alyssa nodded in approval. "I thought you were it." she said, smiling.
"I didn't expect another one of your kind here, other than Millie, the shopkeeper." he breathed, excitedly.
I felt the conversation drifting towards an area where I would never understand. "What are you talking about." I asked, irritated.
John glanced at me nervously, then back at Alyssa. "Eamon-"
"That was a... secret saying to help us recognize other Sorcerer's and Diviner's." Alyssa said.
"What?" I said, monotone.
John started to defend himself. "Now, Eamon, you have to understand. I wanted to tell you! You being the Prince and all, but the Overlord wouldn't let me, and I'm just a lowly Sorceror, not even over twenty-three."
I listened, and breathed out.
"Are you angry?" he asked, sounding petrified.
"You're only twenty-three?"
"Yes. I haven't been around as long as others have."
Alyssa snorted, delicately, and we both turned towards her. "Don't be too angry with him, my lord, he was only following orders."
"You said you could take my Father." I said, smiling. John was already forgiven.
"Only because I'm two-hundred years older than him." she said.
John gaped at her. "You're older than my parents!"
Alyssa winced. "Please remember your manners Mr. Ramsey. I prefer not to acknowledge my... age." Her lips curled in distaste, and I couldn't help but stare at their perfection.
"Then don't call me 'Mr. Ramsey'. You make me think that my father is standing right next to me." he said, grinning.
"My pleasure." she said, and gave a dazzling smile. "Now, Eamon, I need to discuss with you about your father."
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Burned at the Cross
Mystery / ThrillerAlyssa Bell, a witch, had a contract to full fill and she intends on doing it. She has to protect the Shifters, a job that her mother had run away from. Ever since she had left, Alyssa had been working hard as a witch, mastering lots of spells, prep...
