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16.1 MEET THE TEAM
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2021-03-28 23:12:49I silently counted to a hundred as I sat there, the dream-fly (if I close my eyes and pretend Holly doesn’t have a trunk, I’d think I were holding a fluffy cat) purring contentedly on my lap. Since my Gift doesn’t work on Jester, I can’t use it to check if he really believed me or not. I can’t even check if he really left or if he’s by the door and trying to eavesdrop in case I do turn out to be a spy and I contact my evil superiors the moment his back is turned. He may say he believes me now, but I’ve caught a glimpse of his paranoia, and now I think I’m catching it, too.
I concede that maybe my past actions contributed to his increasing suspicion against me, but I’m just a girl trying to capture the attention of the guy she likes. Maybe I did go over the top a little bit (okay, a lot) but I had perfectly pure intentions. There is nothing sinister or evil about me, I swear.
I sighed, trying to concentrate. My thoug
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I Make My Own Happy Ending 16.2 MEET THE TEAM (2)
As I glanced at the people around the table, I was reminded of something Jester had said. The Fourth Special Unit was supposedly a gathering of individuals with a specific skill-set. I had assumed that meant they were all people who were physically skilled, had combat experience, and were powerful Mages—you know, like Jester. That’s why I thought to myself that I might look out of place.But it looks like I’m not the only civilian who got captured by the Commander.Agent Boris (I was told it was a custom to call Agents by their last name, but for some reason no one calls him Agent Bailer) sat with Agent Kaye and a slim girl that looked around my age, with red-hair in a pixie cut and sharp eyes. She looked kind of familiar, but I’m positive I’ve never met her before. I’d surely remember that face and the distinctive dislike in the feel of her gaze as she looked at me. She probably knows I’m an empath, so I know she knows that I
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“Miss Vega has made it clear what she expects from us,” said the Commander, looking around the table. “Does anyone have anything to add?”I couldn’t help but glance at Freya. I assumed that how I talked back to Dr. Hansel wouldn’t improve whatever impression she had of me. But to my surprise, although she was still glaring at me, I could sense her hostility had diminished slightly and—was that a faint trace of approval, maybe? I can only suppose it’s because she disliked the doctor as well and enjoyed seeing him put in his place, or she decided to believe what I said about wanting to cooperate.If I can understand the root cause of her hostility, then maybe we could work something out. I have to try to get along, at least. If we’re expected to work closely in the future, then remaining at odds with my aide would doubtless be disastrous.No one responded to the Commander’s question, and she took their si
Last Updated : 2021-04-11I Make My Own Happy Ending 17.2 FIRST MISSION (2)
After the meeting, Jester and I went back to his office so I could get my stuff and prepare for the mission. This meant getting an AG uniform for myself and being taught how to make the best use of it. This was Freya’s job, though, so while we waited for her to get my uniform, Jester gave me a peace offering.“I’m going to have Holly stay with you,” Jester said. The purple ball of fluff scuttled up his arm and sat on his shoulder, her snout pecking at his temple. “I still think that you coming along to this mission is a bad idea. But I can’t keep you out of it unless you withdraw yourself, or you are otherwise incapacitated.”I gave him a look at that, and he shrugged. “Of course, both scenarios are impossible. Shouldn’t get my hopes up. So, I have to do the next best thing.”He raised his right hand and drew a figure in the air with his index finger. The figure glowed a pale purple, and looked to me li
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I raised my hand. “Commander, I have a question.”“Yes, dear?”“Is Chief Hogar Gifted, by any chance?”It was Agent Boris who answered. He opened his holo-screen and consulted what I assumed would be a personnel database. “No, he is not,” Agent Boris replied, skimming through the Chief’s file. “Why do you ask?”“Because I lied earlier,” I admitted. “I tried to use my Gift on the Chief. Nothing big,” I continued hurriedly, seeing the look on Freya’s face—"just to calm him down, you know? I mean, he looked like he was going to have a stroke or something—anyway, he felt it. Like, sensed me using my Gift, I guess. And that’s supposed to be impossible.”“What do you mean by ‘impossible’?” Agent Boris asked, puzzled. “Wouldn’t people realize that you’re manipulating their emotions?”
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I was so shocked I was speechless.With Estacio dead, we’ve lost a valuable lead—one of only two, really—to the Coven. His murder (I am assuming he didn’t die of natural causes since Jester was contemplating who the ‘killers’ were) strongly suggests that he really IS involved with the Coven, because it would be too damn convenient for him to die on the very night the AG decides to haul him in for questioning. It also suggests that whatever information he had would be damaging enough that he needed to be eliminated. This also meant that he wasn’t useful enough for them to be kept alive.Suddenly, a lot of the little things I’ve felt were strange fell into place.Chief Hogar and his collaborators. The underground party. The exploding glass. And now, our suspect’s dead body.“Are you alright, dear?” the Commander asked me gently, but there was steel in her knowing gaze. I didn’t realize
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“It would be easier for you if you cooperate during the interrogation,” I said, stepping forward. “Depending on the information you provide, your sentence might be—"“You don’t scare me, witch,” he said the last word like a curse.“I should. I’m the one who’ll be interrogating you, after all,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “I am offering you a chance, Chief Hogar. I actually don’t think you have anything to offer us that could be worth a reduced sentence, but I’m an optimistic person.”I turned to each of the captured traitors with the coldest gaze I could muster, the same look I used when I was Princess Lavinia during the finale of Bonecastle Life. In that scene I was sentencing to death the mastermind who had killed my entire family and nearly plunged the country into civil war.“Estacio is dead because he had information that the other side didn’t w
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The moment I settled in beside Jester inside Agent Alveston’s vehicle, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I didn’t dream. Whether it was because of Holly, or because I was too tired to even dream, I don’t know.It felt like I had closed my eyes for just a second, then the next thing I knew, Jester was gently shaking me awake.“Did I fall asleep?” I asked, once again waking up to see his handsome face over mine. Seriously, this is the third time in twenty-four hours. Was I an angel in my past life? What did I do to deserve such a blessing?“Obviously,” he replied, ever so rudely.“You could have princess-carried me like before,” I suggested. Next time, I won’t respond so he’ll have no choice but to do so.Jester snorted. “I only carry the injured and dying. Last time, you were both.” But he held out a hand to help me down from the vehicle, which I gladly accepted. AG vehicl
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Jester swiped his hand to the left. The wall before him tore itself up and crumbled to dust before being sucked into a void known as Jorus, exposing the figures inside.Only two people remained standing. One was a familiar figure, tall and broad, with a white mask covering his face. The other was leaner, smaller than the masked man, with a handsome face and cold, dead eyes. This man held in his arms a woman with golden hair in a fancy red dress. The features of her beautiful face were obscured by the blood seeping from her head, and around her slender neck was a fiery tattoo, like a necklace of thorns painted on her skin.A curse mark, in its most potent form.Alisa. His Alisa.Everything in Jester fell still, and whatever rationality he had left was burned away by fear and fury.*****An explosion of black—an oppressive, all-consuming darkness surrounded them in the blink of an eye. This darkness was unnatural. It wasn’t a darkness born from a lack of light, rather, it felt to him li
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I Make My Own Happy Ending 39.2 A HEALTH BREAK 2
I suddenly stopped feeling bad for my PA when I realized why she was so on edge.They were hiding things from me again. They knew—Bea, Dad, Jester, they all knew—how much I hated that.“Give me my earpiece,” I said to Freya, pointing at the tiny purse on the couch beside her.“You have to focus on the Finale.” Bea said, snatching it away before Freya could even reach for it. “Forget what I said about New York. Right now, focus on the show, and when everything’s done, you can go and cuddle up to Jester as much as you like and have that talk.”“And if I say, ‘No, I don’t want to go to New York?’”Bea wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Come on. Be reasonable. It’s just a health break…”I narrowed my eyes at her, focusing on Bea’s emotions.How suspicious. There was concern for my health, certainly. But strangely, Bea seems to be more focused on my safety rather than the possibility of me relapsing into anorexia. Then, there’s the thing about Sir Merrion following me around on the orders of the King
I Make My Own Happy Ending 39.1 A HEALTH BREAK
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I Make My Own Happy Ending 38.2 A RECURRING PROBLEM 2
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I Make My Own Happy Ending 37.2 WHAT REALLY HAPPENED 2
Things went back to normal almost immediately after that. That mugging incident never happened again, and it was easy to forget about something horrible if it’s not happening directly to you. Marcus was his usual possessive self, and I should have had no expectations otherwise. He changed my memories, so of course I don’t have a proper recollection of what happened. There shouldn’t be any reason for me to feel uneasy with him.But I did. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what was really going on. I think Marcus could tell, too. He became even more obsessed with keeping me by his side. There was even a rumor at school going around that he and I were dating secretly, because he’s always holding my hand.I’m sure that Aisha told you Marcus needed physical contact to reinforce his Gift, right? I think at that time Marcus was still testing the limits of his Gift. He was afraid of being apart from me because he wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t remember things I shouldn’t.
I Make My Own Happy Ending 37.1 WHAT REALLY HAPPENED 1
We found ourselves in bed again…though not in the same way as we were a few hours ago.For one thing, we were dressed. Jester now had on a pair of pants and a new shirt, though it was mostly unbuttoned—I hadn’t realized that when he pulled off the first one, it had ripped a little from our eagerness. He said normal clothes were just built too fragile, and he was used to it.“Wow,” I said drily, “How many girls got you ripping your shirt off for them to say you’re used to that?”Jester kissed my forehead. “Just one.”“Really.”“I have the physical strength equal to a hundred humans, Ali. That’s what I meant.”“I know. I was just teasing,” I said.“Huh. Stop trying to distract me.”Resigning myself to the inevitable, I cuddled up to him as I thought about how to begin.Half my hesitation comes from the fact that I still couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened a few hours ago. I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel to kiss someone and touch someone and be so intimate—withou
