Love is blind

Reader

Hello again!

We now have the point of view of dear reader, who has a... Peculiar job. Who are you, and what are you doing ?

Good read!

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You felt the footsteps fading above you, and let out a breath.

You weren't expecting the headmistress of Alfea to come back to her office after drinking with her friends. You suspected she was a workaholic, and even alcohol couldn't deter her. You were almost caught!

But then, you could feel her from afar. It was even worse when she was closer, to the point you had to fight for your magic to not react to hers, even walls apart. It was what almost got you.

Maybe it was time to retire.

This job had been the only way for you to survive, once. Then pride took over, and you decided that if this was the only thing you could do, you'd be the best at it, better than anyone else; slowly, you made your way up until your name was spoken in hushed tones, between people with a heavy bank account and with very little conscience.

Now, the passion was starting to fade, and a quiet resentment build up. Was this really all you could do?

Maybe it was because you felt lonely, lately. Your line of work wouldn't allow a soulmate, for it was too much of a liability. What if they saw something they shouldn't through your eyes? What if they decided to denounce you after one particularly incriminating scene?

No, you couldn't let that happen.

Was is worth it, though?

You shook your head, driving those thoughts away.

Speaking about guiltless men, you had a meeting to set up with your contractor.

A secure text through a burner phone and a change of clothes later, you were ready to meet him in a public location. You didn't trust him; you could practically feel his bloodlust, barely hidden behind a baritone voice and a seductive smile.

Oh, he was charming, and you might have been tempted, if you weren't resolutely gay and too professional to attempt anything with a client. What was more, was that a particular lie by omission that could have made you break your rules.

-Are you sure this is safe?

You scoffed.

-I've never been caught, and I am not starting today. More importantly, we have a problem.

-What kind of problem?

-The prize is not what we talked about.

-Did you find her?

-So you did know this was a human being, behind all those protections.

-Why do you care? You promised zero judgement on the prize.

-With the condition it was an object. If it is a person, it isn't stealing but kidnapping.

-It isn't stealing, but releasing.

-And I am a thief. The very best you'll ever see. I have a knack to find the best objects, artefacts, paintings, and to cross all barriers without ever being caught. I don't do human, be it kidnapping, trafficking, or politicking.

-So you know who it is.

-And I am bound by secrecy. My contract was very clear on that; whether or not you break your terms, I'll keep my mouth shut. That being said, you not upholding your part means I won't uphold mine.

-Don't you want the truth? Why would a war hero be locked up under a school? What kind of woman exactly is in power to brainwash thousands of kids at Alfea? What is our Queen hiding -because the Headmistress couldn't do anything without the queen's approval- and what kind of world are we living in?