12. A Picture of Her

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Sergio POV

"What's going on out here?"

I look up to see Stephan. He looks at me shocked.

"Vance? What's going on?" he asks. "She tripped." he says.

"Why isn't she asleep?" he asked. "I don't know, Sir. She came out of her room on her own. We've been up for a while looking around the house." he explains.

He's eyes fell on me. "You. Where's Lucy?" he asked.

I shrug. "Why are you up?" he asks, I shrug again.

"Forget it. Take her to bed." he orders.

Vances gets me to my feet. I dust off my night dress.

"Are you ok, Miss. Sergo? Should I get Lucy or Daniel?" Vance asks.

I shake my head. "You spoke to her and she can move her head now?" Stephan asks.

I glare at him.

Stop asking me and my crow questions!

Stephan just laughs at me. I turn to Vance and hold up my hands.

"You want me to carry you?" Vance asks. I nod.

"Ok." he says. Before he could move Stephan spoke. "Don't carry her."

I put my hands on my hips, angrily.

I get a laugh from both of them. "Damn you have an attitude." Stephan says.

I storm up to him ant hit him in the leg.

He bends down. "Is that supposed to hurt, little one?" he asks.

I don't care to answer.

The inside of the room catches my eye and I walk in passing him.

Vance and Stephan follow me and watch me from the door.

I look around touching everything.

I get to a table with apple juice on it and grab the glass bottle.

A glass bottle for apple juice? It must be really good.

I pop open the lid and before I move it to my mouth it disappears from my hand.

I look at my hand, confused.

Do I have magic?

"You looking for this, little girl." Stephan says.

I turn around and he's leaning against the couch holding my apple juice.

Finders keepers, meanie!

I reach up to it but I'm barely at Stephen's waist. I drop to the ground.

Giving up.

Stephan crouches down to me. "Do you know what this is?" he asks.

I nod.

It's apple juice.

"Then why do you want it?" he asks.

Because it's yummy!

I reach for it but he moves it out of my reach. I cross my arms, angrily. "Little girl, this is for adults not kids like you." he says, standing up.

But it's apple juice!

He's being mean and lied. He just wants it for himself.

I watch him put the lid on and grab the other bottle, placing both on the top self of a bookcase.

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