Claires POV*

I took the seat next to Oliver and felt all eyes on me. My heart was racing, as i'm sure everyone could hear. Gwion's odd glance only furthered as I joined the table. His eyes seemed to be searching for something within mine, I just had no clue what. Amelie was the first to speak up,

"This is Claire Danvers, she-" Gwion cut her off.

"Yes I do know of Miss Danvers, my question is, why is a world famous singer in THIS town, preforming here TONIGHT, and then sitting at THIS table?" He pried.

Amelie looked stricken, she certainly wasn't expecting that question and I suddenly realised he didn't know anything about who I was in this town or my ties to it. Myrnin hadn't told him a thing. This actually made me mad, I knew Gwion knew about the vampire disease that I helped Myrnin solve, you know the one that he had worked on for hundreds of years for a 16 year old to solve it within the first year of her even knowing about vampires? Yeah, that one. But I guarantee that Myrnin had taken all of the credit. I felt my heart rate slow, the clarity of anger seemed to make me pay more attention to every word that anyone said. From my internal rant, I seemed to have missed half of the conversation, oops! I listened again,

"-and she must be treated as a guest of honour also as she is held so highly in the world." Amelie finished.

Oliver pushed his chair back a little and stood, he turned around, and shot me an apologetic look as he spun to face the back wall, he walked off towards the bathrooms, but I expect he only did this so he could somewhat apologise for the situation, well as best as he could without making anything obvious. And if it was Oliver that was the one saying sorry, he clearly knew I was really fucking mad. Sometimes I forget that Oliver can have a sweet spot, not often, not much of one either, but he had one. And I really needed that right now. Gwion rolled his eyes then focused back on me.

"So, Miss Danvers,"

"Yes, oh and call me Claire"

"Noted, Claire, now tell me, why did you chose to preform here tonight? And why did you swap as soon as a new performer arrived? That isn't your typical style at shows."

Shit, shit, shit. What do I say? Ill try and divert it, oh god this isnt going to go well,

"You've seen my shows?" I asked looking as interested as I could, I noticed the slight relief on Amelie and Myrnins faces as I refused to give the man an answer.

"Indeed I have child, but that wasnt what I asked."

"Im not a child, sir, and I wont be referred to as that." I said firmly, I had had enough of Amelie doing it to me years back.

"Pray tell then, old are you?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, seemingly shocked by my snapback.

"Im 21, a legal adult, and therefore I WILL be referred to as an adult and I WILL be treated as one."

He looked taken back by how firm I was, then he looked oddly impressed. His eyes began to gleam a little, the same way Myrnin's would when he was thinking of a plan, usually a bad one. I felt myself staring at him, an eyebrow raised. God, that probably came off as really rude. Out of the blue, he shot across the table and held his face an inch from mine, growling, fangs down, eyes blazing red. But I didn't jump, nor flinch, nor scream or run away, and my heart stayed steady. I held my ground and slipped my hand into my dress pocket, gripped my pure sliver dagger and held it against the open flesh at the top of his shirt. His face was priceless. He was so shocked, so surprised. He stared at me looking for any kind of clue as to why I was so calm. Thats when I heard Myrnin burst out with laughter, Gwion was quick to turn and glare at him.

"Why the hell was she so calm?"

I smiled lightly and decided to answer this myself, "After years of working with Myrnin, you learn to control any response your body gives of fear. If you don't then your dead. Simple as that."

He stared at me, shocked still.

"Well, sit back down, Olivers back and your stood in his space." I said looking up at him then glancing to Oliver who was stood just behind me. Without a word Gwion slid back into his chair, the burn on his chest nearly gone. Amelie stared at me, shooting daggers, she was really mad. Oh well, don't lie about who I am then!

"So you work with Myrnin?" Gwion asked, seeming genuinely interested.

"Yes," I said, "I was his apprentice when I was 16, I stayed working with him until I was 18, nearly 19,!then I left Morganville, became a successful singer and now I just moved back here, and just picked my job with Myr back up."

"We should talk at some point, your very interesting Miss Danvers."

I nodded at him as he continued to stare at me for the rest of the evening. People began to get up and dance and, of course, Myrnin wanted to be centre of attention. He dragged me up to the dance floor and spun me around, lifting me and holding me close, it felt perfect. To finally be wrapped in his strong arms, held by the man I love, in front of everyone. It was pure bliss...