7. Mystery Maiden

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POV: Gray

Watching as they left I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her. Which is definitely a possibility. My phone goes off in my hand. I hadn't realized I was holding it. It was a text from my dad and how his trip had been extended. He is a pack warrior and he goes to other packs from time to time. While I'm at it I check my recent phone calls. That's funny I hadn't called Etric so the girl must have. Now that I think about it, it makes sense because she is a lady in waiting at the palace, for the princess nonetheless. Still, he mentioned all of his coworkers at some point in time unless she was really new. Then she wouldn't have his number memorized. Oh well, I'm probably just overthinking things.

I'm brought back from my reverie when I hear the guy at the bar growl. Louie was still holding the guy because there is no doubt he would cause more trouble.

I took a few minutes, but we managed to de-escalate the situation. Things are winding down and people are getting back to their drinks, food, and conversation. The major difference now is the topic of conversation. People were trying to figure out who she is because I wasn't the only person that recognized her. I don't even think it was her face that I recognized. It seemed more like we recognized her power. Again I'm overthinking things. If she was strong it was because the princess needed someone strong or with some pedigree.

I guess I could ask Etric next time I see him. Oh well, I should get back to work.

"So Gray what did I miss?" I turn around and there is barely any space between Meep and I. Gray? She never called me by my first name, nobody did. I was known by my middle name so why was she using it now? So I took a step back and sent her a look that said what the hell are you talking about. However, she was probably fishing for something and there is no doubt that she knows about the days' events.

"Don't act all innocent. SO, who was she?" Now it all makes sense, she had heard me tell the girl my name. Great. I was never going to hear the end of this. Apparently, I didn't answer quick enough because she went on from there.

"Is it possible you like her? You only knew her for like three minutes. She looks badass and totally out of your league. I wonder if I would get along with her? What's her name?" There was a pause after that. Neither of us knew the answer. If only we knew that would make this so much easier. Before she could start her interrogation again Louie called me from behind the bar.

As I was walking past Meep she grabbed my arm and said "We'll talk later," and then we both continued in our separate ways. That could be an awkward conversation. We may be friends now but we are still Ex's. We weren't friends before we dated but we just drifted apart so things aren't awkward at least when she isn't trying to set me up with someone.

"I need you to deliver something for me, "Louie says without looking away from the papers he's holding. "It's on the stool in my office. It needs to go to Erda, and on your way back would you mind getting stopping at the liquor store and getting some to tide us over until the next shipment comes on Tuesday?"

That last one wasn't really a question, but then again I wasn't about to ask if it was. The box was sitting on the stool like he said and it had her meal in it. Erda was a regular but sometimes she got held up at the hospital so we made an exception and deliver her food from time to time. She is a doctor and Louie's former sister in law.

It's a short walk to the hospital and the weather couldn't be better. The receptionist just waves me through. We've gotten into the habit of just letting her know I'm here and not even signing in. As I'm walking to her office I hear someone else in there with her.

"Please at least consider my offer. I don't know if we could do without you. If you change your mind it would probably be easier to get ahold of my daughter." I overheard the last bit of the conversation as I reach her door.

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