"Poor Owen." Heather sighed "he wanted so much to be free of the people controlling him, but he only got in deeper and deeper. He clung to one hope as Irina drained him but she soon crushed it."
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"I am a vampire now, am I?" Owen asked Irina.
"Yes."
"Which means that I am as powerful as you. You cannot command me anymore"
Irina laughed and gestured. Owen fell to the ground on his knees.
"I am a vampire AND a fae. I have powers you'll never have. You are STILL in my power."
She let him whimper of some moments, letting the knowledge fill him. She had a use for him and he'd better do it.
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"Tell Amos that I am going to see him with a lot of paperwork." Wendy told Danny. "He is so busy with his project that he forgot about OUR project. He is a bit late with the surveys and I will want to know how his plans for the inn are going. We need to be in the same page."
Danny nodded. Yes, Amos was getting too distracted with Adam. He knew what Adam meant to him and how it tied up to all his losses. But some things needed attention. He did need a reality check.
"I will tell him to expect you tonight."
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"So I went to see him in the evening with a lot of paperwork and a lecture on not neglecting matters."
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Irina stood in front of Louis holding her pose as he applied paint to the canvas. Her mind was picturing Owen Raft as he swooped down on his chosen victim.
Someone who had fed Amos more than once. Someone who knew him. Who trusted him not to hurt her. Someone who would not be scared of a bat flying in her direction…
Charlie stood by the door trying to catch a glimpse of what his father was doing until being pulled away by Beverly.
"But I want to see what he is doing!"
"You will see it when he finishes painting."
"But he's got a lady there."
"Yes. A model. Someone whose job is to let herself be painted."
"But why can't I…"
"Because your father does not want you making a mess of things there."
"But I can promise to behave!"
Beverly looked skeptically at him. "Behave, you?"
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Amos waited for Wendy to show up, but she didn't. She could have been delayed. She would be there any moment.
But she wasn't.
It took too long. He had to find her. And as he thought of her he sensed distress… a distress that he had not paid attention..
He flew over and saw her on the ground, next to the road.
He picked her up and saw the blood staining her throat, the small stream that had begun to coagulate and the two wounds on her throat. Not small delicate wounds like he knew how to do. There had been damage…
"Another one?" He asked himself as he picked her up… "I hope that the hospital can help her."