Whispers of Secrets.

an unwanted visitor.

Days blurred together in a whirlwind of activity, as work consumed my every waking moment.
But despite the chaos, I found myself coping surprisingly well. Isaac’s steady presence helped, even though I knew he was angry at me, disappointed in me.. His guidance and expertise makes even the most daunting tasks manageable.  Together, we tackled each challenge, our partnership seamless and efficient.

While me and Isaac worked, Phear’s watchful eye ensure my safety.  The creepy guys who once made my skin crawl now kept their distance, deterred by Phear’s quiet intimidation. His discreet protection wrapped around me like a shield, allowing me to move without fear.

A protection spell placed by Karma added an extra layer of security. I felt it pulsing through me, a gentle reminder that she will always stand by me.

As the days passed, I began to grow accustomed to these feelings, used to the darkness, not fully, but I was getting there. With Phear’s and Karma’s support and protection along with Isaac’s light, I found a fragile balance on the razor’s edge of what is light and what is dark. 
Everything was fine..
Great, even..

The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee filled the air at the Cozy Cup, our quaint cafe bar. Isaac and I worked in perfect harmony, our movements fluid as we navigated the small lunch rush. We’ve been doing this for years, we’ve mastered every step.
Laughter and chatter filled the room, creating a warm atmosphere that made our regulars feel right at home.
I poured steamed milk into a waiting cup, crafting a design on its surface. Our customers love it when I get creative. Phear wasn't here today.. He said he had stuff to take care of in the “Shadow Realm”
Whatever that means.

Just as the pace began to slow, the door swung open, admitting a burst of cool air and an unwelcome figure. My heart stuttered, my hands freezing mid-motion. Damion, my uncle, stood in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room until they locked onto mine.

Time seemed to warp, the sounds around me fading into a dull hum. Isaac’s concerned gaze met mine, but I couldn't respond. Damion’s presence transported me back to a place of pain, fear, and vulnerability..
Something I swore I wouldn't allow anyone to make me feel again, unless they wanted to face the consequence. This man had several sins to be judged for.

Damion’s smile twisted my stomach into knots. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “Venus, darling.” he said, his voice dripping with false affection. “It's been far too long!”  The sound of his voice made my skin crawl.
Isaac’s hand found its way to my shoulder, a steady anchor in the storm brewing inside of me. “You okay?” he whispered, his eyes never leaving Damion, and Damion’s eyes never leaving me. I managed a barely perceptible nod, my mind racing with implications of Damion’s sudden appearance. What did he want? Why now? Why here?
Is this a sign that he should be next…?
Damion’s eyes lingered on me, his eyes searching for something. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took another step closer. Isaac’s grip tightened on my shoulder, a subtle warning. “Can I help you?” He asked Damion. His tone is polite but firm. He did not like seeing me afraid.
Damion’s smile never wavered. “Just here for a cup of coffee.” His voice is as smooth as silk. “I didn't know my lovely niece worked here.” His eyes locked onto mine once again, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. The past came flooding back, memories that fueled my call for vengeance. Isaac sensed my distress. His hand slipped down to wrap around mine, he gently pulled himself in front of me. “Why don't I get you that coffee?” He suggested with his gentle intervention.
Damion’s eyes narrowed at Isaac's protective movement, gazing him up and down. Sizing him up.. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his expression - anger? Resentment? But it was quickly masked by his usual charming, wicked smile. “That's very kind of you.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.
As Isaac expertly crafted Damion’s coffee, I felt my heart racing.. But it was no longer fear.. It was anger..or..excitement? He will be next. He will be the next to die.
Isaac handed him his coffee, his eyes never leaving my uncle's face. “On the house.”  He said, his tone firm.
Damion took the cup, his fingers brushed against Isaac’s..
“Thank you,” he said, his voice laced with menace. “I’ll be sure to come back soon~.”  With that, he turned and walked away. Leaving me and Isaac visibly shaken.. Where is Phear?
I need Phear.