𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 || 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 [𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐑.]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

“Oh, great wizard of Brooklyn, why did you call? Do you need my help again after I've taken care of your and your family's shit, or is it not enough to finish my stash of booze and do dirty things in my apartment?” she asked, smiling to herself as she took a glass of Vermouth.

“One, I was the great wizard of Brooklyn, now I'm not; two, we didn't fuck around in your apartment, we just talked; three, we didn't finished your stash of booze, we just drank some; and four, no, it's not to ask for your help, it was to thank you. I had doubts about Isabella, but I never imagined it was because of Aelan's magic that I couldn't read her properly.”

“You called just for this? You might as well have sent a message then or come in person to be more honest,” Rêverie commented mockingly. “And just because you're leaving Brooklyn doesn't mean you're no longer a great wizard.”

“Rêverie flattering me? Wow, I never expected to hear that. Dating that three-faced man has really made you softer,” he commented with surprise.

“Rei? Who told you about him?” asked Rêverie with a frown.

“Who else? Kieran. I thought you hated the FBI, but I see there are exceptions.”

“I don't know what you're talking about, Magnus. But get to the point, why are you calling? I don't have all day.”

“Well, I was calling to ask when you're coming to see the trainee you sent to my door like she was a package.”

“Why should I? Iffin took her for you to take care of her, I thought you said you felt lonely and had nothing to do. Taking care of her is already a lot of work? You just have to wait for her to recover psychologically and then she can take care of herself.”

“Still, you can't treat someone like a pet.”

“I already have,” she replied with a wry smile.

“Griffin mentioned she resembled your sister.”

“I doubt it,” Rêverie denied, her gaze seemingly lost in the bath water as she listened to Magnus speak on the other end of the line. “No one will ever be like Nao, even if their physique is identical. She will never be Nao. If you're going to continue talking rubbish, I'm hanging up. It's midnight here and I still have a meeting to attend to.”

The sound of the door opening caught Rêverie's attention, who put the phone and the wine glass aside face down and dived into the water.

“I thought it would take longer for them to come…”

“Yu-chan?”

“In the bath!” she exclaimed, sticking her head out of the water.

Two men, both jet-haired, and a woman, with platinum blonde hair, entered, meeting Rêverie's bluish gaze and her damp ash-blonde hair.