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Say My Name- Chapter Two:
Rogue took a deep breath as she followed Magneto into his apartment. She heard the sound of keys leaving the lock and being deposited into a small metal bowl he kept by the door, on a small metal table. Glancing around, the apartment was a decent size. There were floor-to-ceiling windows throughout the entire living room and a kitchen closer to the apartment's entrance. She noticed immediately that there was no shortage of metal; the kitchen table, chairs, lamps, coffee tables and an array of metal cookware and knives.
"That's a lot of metal," she said, a slight smirk in her voice as she watched him take off his shoes, leaving them by the door.
"It is?" he asked as she kneeled down next to him, bending on one knee, to follow suit and take off her sneakers.
"Ah-huh," she said, as she glanced up at him and him down at her, hoping this would feel familiar to him. "Who's the leader of the Brotherhood?" she asked.
"Have they chosen a new one since Magneto was killed in Washington last month?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, as he stared down at her, a little bewildered.
"Don't know," she shrugged, before she glanced away to take off her shoes, leaving them by the door. "Can I use your bathroom?" she asked, standing, wanting to put some distance between her next question. She did have to pee, having drank a whole bottle of water afterall.
"It's over there," he said, pointing toward a door.
"Thank you," Rogue said as she took a few steps in that direction before another thought came to mind. "Sir, actually, could I please take a shower?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, though he looked a little uncomfortable. "No, of course, yes," he said, fighting with the decision. "I don't know how long it's been since you had a hot shower. You came here because you think I need help. The least I can do is let you freshen up," he said finally deciding. "There are a couple of towels hanging on the back of the door. You're welcome to make use of them," he offered. "I will be in the other room."
"Thank you so much, sir," she said, truly grateful. Where they were squatting had only a rusty spigot someone had forgotten to close completely.
"I need to make that phone call, regardless," he added, as if to supply some reason for doing what he was doing.
"Telling Betty ya can't come over tonight?" she guessed and he hummed in acknowledgment, with a little lift of his eyebrow at her temerity and inferencing. "Thank you again, sir," she smiled before excusing herself into the bathroom.
Erik, having completed his task, much to Betty's disappointed, but passive-aggressive displeasure, put up the kettle. This seemed like a conversation that warranted a warm drink. Perhaps a stiff drink at some point, but he'd start with warm. He'd retrieve the bottle of scotch when warranted.
"Sir?" the girl's voice called out to him, as she exited the bathroom, fully dressed in what she'd worn to his apartment while using a towel to dry her wet hair. "Who were we just talking about?" she asked him.
"Magneto, I believe," he answered, understanding her desire to clarify their last talking point.
"Right, that's who we're talking about," she smiled walking into the living room. "Boy-howdy, do you like metal, sir," she grinned, running her fingers along the edge of the tables, made of the substance of record, as she sauntered closer to him.
"I suppose I do," he said, his eyes widening, realizing who she thought he was-
Erik blinked before his ears were filled with a high-pitched whistle. It was the kettle going off. He blinked confused as he turned to-
"When did I enter the living room?" he asked and turned to see the girl was sitting on the couch, that was set between the living room and the kitchen. Her hoodie was discarded, hanging off the back of a chair in the kitchen and her hair was noticeably drier. He had no idea where the towel went. Back in the bathroom perhaps. There were two tea cups on the table already, with spoons. And both the sugar and honey had also been retrieved from their cabinet.
"About ten minutes ago, sir," she answered. "I really thought we were close that time," she said, a hint of lament in her voice. "Want me to handle the kettle?" she asked.
"No, no, you're my guest. I'll make us tea," he said, a bit disoriented, but he would recover. The walk over to the kettle, where he turned it off, did him some good. He set his mind to the task, actively keeping his thoughts away from why the girl was there. Soon, the tea was poured, she had opted for honey, same as him and it was just a matter of-
"How long do ya think before we can drink it?" she asked.
"I'd say five minutes," he estimated, closing the lid on the honey.
"Do you feel like waiting, sir?" she asked him. He had always been a patient man but for the right reasons.
His eyes flashed to hers before he held up his hand, telling her to pause. The gesture felt natural and the girl, ever obedient, said nothing as he grabbed the honey and sugar, putting them back in their places. He turned back to her.
"Do it," he ordered. She took a breath, leaning forward on the couch as she opened her mouth.
"Your name is-"
Erik blinked and now he was seated across from the girl at his kitchen table. She was seated at the chair that housed her hoodie and he was at his usual seat, the one he preferred, with the view of most of his apartment.
"Hi, Erik," she said, smiling before she took a sip of her tea.
"Marian," he said, nodding at her, as he picked up his mug and took a sip. Earl Grey was at its perfect drinking temperature.
"Do ya wanna take a break? Enjoy the tea?" she asked.
"You believe I am Magneto," he said, summarizing what he knew so far. The girl looked up at him in anticipation, both of them waiting to see if he'd get to keep the statement. "You believe I am the Master of Magnetism and Leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants," he added.
"Sure do, sir," she said before taking another sip, holding the mug with both of her bare hands. "But I'm probably delusional, sir. Ya shouldn't pay me any mind," she said openly grinning and he wondered when throughout the night that thought had been vocalized. No, best not to linger on it, or else he might forget again.
"I'd like to learn more about you," he said, instead.
"Me? I ain't important," she said dismissively. "Just some country hick, who drew the short-end of the straw on mutations," she added.
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
"Well, I can't touch anyone, sir," she said. He raised an eyebrow as he lowered his hand, spanding it across the table, palm side up. She let out a wistful sigh as she removed one hand from the mug to reach down and take hold of his hand. Her eyes closed and a large smile spread across her lips as she seemed to relish such a simple touch. "I'd love ta know how you can do that," she said. "Tomorrow," she said, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze. "If ya want, just point someone out and I'll show ya what usually happens when I touch someone, sir," she offered.
"Alright," he said, his fingers entwining with hers. "So?" he asked, following up from his previous question. "Tell me about yourself. Where are you from?" he asked, it seemed a simple enough starting point.
"Mississippi, sir," she answered, almost hesitating before she brought the mug to her lips, stalling in a way. That was strange, she'd obeyed every other command he issued, why would she suddenly feel inclined to- It had nothing to do with him, did it?
"You seem ashamed of your past," he said, reading into her expression and how she wouldn't meet his gaze. "Why?" he asked, before taking a sip of his own.
"I was trailer-trash, sir," she answered, deadpanned. He paused, as he squeezed her hand. "There was this boy, Cody. Me and him kissed and I put him in a coma with my powers. That's when Weapon X found me and they- They made me do all sorts of horrible things," she said. "I just got away from 'em and the X-Men asked me to join their group but I said no," she explained.
"Why?" he asked again.
"They're a bunch of pacifists. The most extreme they ever did was kill Magneto and they didn't even do that," she said, rolling her eyes. Nothing seemed to happen, but there was a definitive sense of lost time. Erik blinked as he felt a slim hand on top of his. "Sorry, you okay?" she asked.
"You believe I am Magneto," he said, making the distinction again and staying in the moment, realizing he had lost a bit of time there. 'Damn you, Charles,' he thought spontaneously, ire growing deep in his gut, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind he knew it was warranted.
"Yeah," she nodded. "And it ain't like I wanted him to be dead. Whole reason me and Cain are in Queens is 'cause we're tryna find the Brotherhood," she explained. "I didn't have any idea where ta look. I was kinda just wandering around, hoping to get lucky," she shrugged, her eyes back on their hands. "Guess, I got lucky," she smiled, looking back up at him. "Do ya want details about any of it?" she asked.
"That seems unnecessary," he said, before pausing to take a sip of his tea. He didn't want to force her to re-live painful moments in her life, especially when he would most likely forget the details anyway. He felt a bit stuck, not certain what to try next.
"Hey," she said, a smile on her lips, "wanna watch that documentary about the Brotherhood of Mutants? Maybe it'll help?" she asked.
"Yes, why don't we do that," he said, gladly accepting the suggestion, it was a good one.
Marian yawned as it was getting harder and harder to close her eyes. They were ten minutes into the documentary, for the sixth time. He kept restarting it as he became conscious he'd forgotten what they just watched. The time stamp on the documentary was serving as his point of reference and she hadn't had to say a word in a while.
Not that she wanted to, he seemed more and more angry with each restart. She was starting to think he believed her. And the more times he restarted the program, the more fierce his eyes became, the more he resembled the Great Lord Magneto she'd heard so much about.
As she held her hand over her mouth to conceal yet another yawn, she watched his gaze shift to hers.
"Marian," he said, as he grabbed one of the couch pillows and put it over his lap. "Why don't you lie down," he said, patting the pillow encouragingly, "and get some sleep," he suggested. She eyed his lap with an apprehensive eye, memories that were regrettably hers, not someone's she siphoned off. The look in his eyes reminded of her daddy, a kind tone masking the punishment that would follow disobedience.
'No, maybe not. He's been nothing but nice ta me,' she thought, doubting herself, as she gladly laid her head down. "Thank you, sir," she thought, crawling up to his side. Her face felt inflamed as she realized her head, her lips and her mouth was so close to his crotch. Her eyes shifted upward and she found fierce blue eyes staring down into hers. "Sir?" she asked, not sure what she was going to say next but- She gasped as she felt him reach and brush some hair out of her face and behind her ear. It was such an intimate gesture. One she hadn't experienced since she and her daddy used to fall asleep on the couch together.
"Get some rest, Marian; I promise I'm going to have use for you," he told her and she felt herself tense up.
'You're gonna be useful, girl, if I have anythin' to say about it,' her daddy's words rang in her ears. No, no, this wasn't her daddy, he didn't smell like stale beer. Erik was much more handsome and he smelled nice, like old spice.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, Cain all but nearly forgotten. Without really her own volition, she found herself, closing her eyes. This felt nice. It felt good - but then she was fighting to ignore her flushing face and trying not to gasp as she felt his hand linger on her shoulder, rubbing at her tense shoulder blade. "Mmm," she moaned appreciatively, unable to help herself. His hand moved up into her hair, and strong, experienced fingers massaged her scalp.
"That's a good girl. Relax," he ordered.
"Yes, daddy," she mumbled, barely conscious she'd spoken as she felt herself lulling off to sleep.
It was nearly dawn and Erik was about two thirds through the documentary. The girl, his means of escaping Charles Xavier's ridiculous rehabilitation, was sleeping soundly, her head resting on his lap, her little hands tucked up in front of her face on the pillow.
It had taken hours, but he had finally deduced how to keep himself out of the fugue state. As he watched Magneto, Master of Magnetism wreak havoc on the humans who dared defy him, he had only to remind himself that he was not Magneto. The girl thought he was Magneto. But she was wrong and the only way to help her in her delusional state was to continue engaging with this content and collect more evidence why he was not, in fact, Magneto.
It was time to show the girl what he discovered, he decided as he paused the program on a prominent part.
"Marian," he said, shaking her shoulder.
"Sir?" she blearily asked with a yawn as she woke. She cast her gaze upward, looking at him.
"Good morning, Marian," he said warmly. "I am not Magneto," he said firmly.
"Okay," she said warily, tilting her head with confusion.
"Though, I recognize that you believe I am and as such you may call me by that name if you prefer," he said and he watched her eyes flare with comprehension. A quick wit, the girl.
"Thank you, Magneto," she said and they both waited.
She beamed up at him as his hand went to her hair, petting her essentially, as she glanced up at him with a sense of excitement.
"Look at the screen, Marian," he ordered and she immediately did so. "That is Magneto," he said, pointing. "Not me, girl," he said. "Do we look similar? Yes, remarkably so. Our features may be the same. Our faces are nearly identical. Magneto could very well be my brother. But I am not Magneto," he repeated. The cognitive dissonance he was actively engaging in, threatening to give him a headache; to say one thing and mean the other, but to persist with the statement for the sake of retaining some sense of sanity.
"Right," she breathed out, her hand grasping his knee. "I think I understand, sir… Magneto," she said. "Thank you for letting me call ya that," she said, glancing up at him again.
"You're quite welcome, Marian," he said before he resumed the program and she settled back on his lap, her head in the pillow.
"People call me Rogue too," she said and he found himself pausing again.
"That is your Mutant name, Marian?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, like Magneto ain't yours," she answered and he chuckled.
"You are a little Rogue, aren't you?" he asked, amused.
"Yes, Magneto, even my daddy called me that," she said, her face blushing wildly.
"Is that right?" he asked, his hand tightening in her hair, lifting her head up from the pillow, before pulling the pillow away from his lap, leaving only his crotch. "Why don't you show me, what a little Rogue like you can do?" he asked.
"Yes, da- sir," she corrected and with a shaking hand she unbuckled his pants, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Despite her shaking hand, there hadn't been any hesitation. She'd done this before.
"What was it, just now, you wanted to call me?" he asked. "Was it daddy?" he asked, already knowing he was right.
"Yes, sir," she answered.
"You may," he consented, having come to that decision hours prior and she reacted as he expected, her breaths picked up. "Do you want to suck on daddy's cock?" he asked experimentally, probing further, testing the girl.
"Yes, daddy," she uttered lustfully before she parted her lips and took the tip of him into her mouth. He let out a hiss, as her hand stroked his shaft and her mouth sucking at his tip. She was rather skilled at that. She knew what to do. She was very skilled. Too skilled.
No, perfectly skilled.
He resumed the program, putting it on mute. He didn't need to hear the sanctimonious dribble of the narrator, condemning the Brotherhood's actions with emphasis on a word, or a carefully chosen adjective to subtly steer the masses against their genetic betters. He just needed to see Magneto, who was not him, in all his glory.
"That's it," he grunted. "Be a good girl for daddy," he uttered and she moaned against his cock. "And you'll get a treat," he promised her and she took more of him into her mouth, lowering her head fully into his cock. His hand tightened against the back of head and he held her there for a good long moment before letting her resurface.
"What do I get, daddy?" she asked breathlessly, as they both saw the pearl of pre-cum emerge from his tip.
"What do you want, girl? A lolli, perhaps?" he grinned and she giggled before her tongue darted out, licking the pearl into her mouth. He grunted at that, deciding then and there that he was fucking her before she left his apartment, before he sent her to task.
"I already got me one of those," she said playfully, before drawing her tongue down along the side of his shaft. "But do ya got a silver tongue laying around?" she asked and he laughed, knowing what she wanted.
"I think I may in fact have just the thing," he smirked.
"Thank you, daddy," she said before she took his cock back into her mouth.
"You're quite welcome, Marian," he uttered and she shook all over. His hand returned to the back of her head and he pushed and pulled at it, showing her the pace he wanted her to suck his cock. "That's a good little girl, doing what daddy's asked," he uttered as her head bobbed up and down on his cock, agreeing in action and in sentiment.
Content with her pacing, and the soft slurping, along with little mews that left her from moment to moment, his eyes went back to the screen. He picked up the remote and reversed the program a few minutes back: there he saw Magneto, launching a legion of Sentinels onto Washington DC. The footage was shaky, clearly a new flatscan reporter, who was running for their lives while filming. But still he saw Magneto, who was not him, launching his righteous attack upon America's capital. After the Americans had so cowardious attacked the Savage Lands.
The program continued to a part he hadn't seen before; he saw Magneto, standing in front of the White House and he unmuted the television, a naked man was groveling at Magneto's feet.
"Listen carefully Homo Sapiens, as I will say this but once," a voice that strongly reminded him of his own, but clearly wasn't his, said, "your reign as Earth's dominant species is formally at its end. The creature you regarded as the most powerful man alive just licked my boots clean," he said as Marian let out a slightly louder moan. Erik chuckled, rubbing her scalp affectionately with his thumb; his attention split between her and the television where Magneto spoke the future into existence. "His execution now will serve as a warning to any other world leaders who refuse to recognize their new position in the coming global order," he said. "Obey us," he continued and she moaned loudly. He was so close, it ached. He managed to keep control of himself long enough and paused the program for a brief moment.
"That's a good little girl, obeying daddy," he rasped in approval, she moaned again as he jerked her head back, lips dragging along the length of his shaft. He looked down at her, the girl was sweating, shaking, most likely wet beyond belief and suffering through restraint for his sake. She looked perfect.
'Why not?' he asked himself, as he pushed her head down, fully onto his cock. "Time for your treat, Marian," he said as he reached over, leaning over her and grabbing her hips. "Legs up, girl," he ordered and she did, they shot straight up into the air, his cock buried in her mouth, that was now vertical to his crotch, her arms hanging down limply. He had no use for them at the moment and the girl kept them out of his way.
He wrapped his right arm around her hips, holding her up with his strength before hers could give out and with his left hand, he was unzipping and unbuttoning her jeans. It took a few tugs, but he managed to pull those up her legs. He lowered her legs down onto his shoulders, her jeans were shoved further up her legs and behind his head. He spread the girl's lips apart with his left hand, she shook instantly at the contact, and soon his silver tongue was on her swollen little clit. Once his tongue was in place lapping about, he pushed down on the girl, keeping his cock fully encased in her mouth and no doubt her throat, so he could see over her and keep his eyes on the screen.
He rocked his hips up and down, fucking her little mouth, before he reached over, grabbing the remote, rewinded the program to the beginning of Magneto's attack on Washington D.C. and resumed the video.
As it continued, they continued: him watching, her listening to his brother-in-arms, Magneto, relay his warnings. It was his doppleganger's missive, his declaration of independence against the American government. Against the hypocrisy of the world. Against the weak and inferior ruling the strong and the future.
"Listen carefully Homo Sapiens, because I will say this once; your reign as Earth's dominant species is formally at its end," his brother repeated as the girl shook, her screams muffled against his cock.
He pulled back from the delicious assault to growl, "That's a good girl, come for daddy," he ordered and once his tongue was back on her clit she did, a loud but muffled moan leaving her as she shook all over.
"The creature you regarded as the most powerful man alive just licked my boots clean," as he lapped up the juices from her climax, enjoying her taste, having no desire to stop. She was delicious. "His execution now will serve as a warning to any other world leaders who refuse to recognize their new position in the coming global order. Obey us and you may live as our slaves and playthings," his brother said, as he buckled against her face, coming hard, into her mouth. The girl was choking on it, on him, and he felt her try to pull back.
"No, Marian, swallow daddy's seed," he ordered, though she was having trouble with the task, he was inflexible, and wouldn't allow her to react in any other way. It would be as he willed.
"Disobey and you will be categorized as mutant food-stuff," his brother said on the screen and Rogue managed to relax her throat, now eagerly swallowing his cum. She was still breathing raggedly, it made her a little sloppy as she still kept his pulsing dick in her mouth.
"That's daddy's girl," he said, buckling a few more times, grunting as he came against her face.
"America dies tonight at the age of two-hundred and twenty-five," his brother declared prematurely. But he'd see to that. "Your intolerance and all-consuming greed will not be missed," he finished.
"No, it certainly will not," Erik agreed, pulling the girl's legs over his shoulder before finally allowing his cock to slip from her mouth. He tossed her back into the position she had slept in all night. She was rumpled from sleep and sex, her breathing was labored, her eyes closed and her body shaking in the aftermath. Erik stood, as he paused the footage and glanced down at the writhing mess of a girl on his couch. He lifted his shirt up and off of his head. It was the work of second as he discarded his pants, underwear and socks, until he stood nude within his living room.
"You called yourself unimportant, Marian," he said as she tried to catch her breath. "But that couldn't be further from the truth," he said, kneeling down beside her. He took hold of her cheek and tilted her head up toward his. He leaned in and gently kissed her, she whimpered against his mouth. They could both taste the other and that thought was as delicious as her juices had been. "Do you know why you're important, girl?" he asked.
"No, daddy," she answered, her voice small and meek. "Tell me, please," she asked.
"Because, Rogue. You. Found. Me," he said and her eyes widened. "While so many others thought my brother was dead. He can live again. Because you found him," he said, straining the limits of the cognitive dissonance. Even now, he felt the conditioning Charles had placed in his mind threatening to strike down on this conversation, this interaction, erase it all from his mind, rendering him back to the state she had found him in. "And only you can help him live again," he said.
"How?" she asked, staring into his eyes. "What do I need ta do?" she asked.
"You have to find a telepath, Marian, a member of the Brotherhood and tell them where I am, so they can release my brother from his prison. Even now, he can't utilize his god-given gifts. He is still at Charles's mercy," he admitted bitterly.
"I- I don't know where to look! Come with me, help me," she begged.
"Erik can't. He's the weakling Xavier designed him to be and he will take over again," he spat.
"But I can- I can help you remember, on the road, we can," she said.
"The second Charles knows I'm missing, he will scour the earth until he finds and enslaves me once more," he explained as he reached down and fully removed the pants from her legs. "I need you, Marian," he said, kneeling on the couch, positioning himself between her legs, holding her right leg up and against his chest. "I need Rogue," he urged as he pushed his newly engorged cock into her soaking wet cunt. "Tell me, promise me, swear to me that you'll do this," he said as he thrusted into her.
"Yes," she moaned.
"Tell me you'll serve my brother," he said.
"Yes," she moaned again, eagerly.
"Tell me that you serve, Magneto," he demanded as he fucked her.
"Yes, yes," she shouted, her back arching up.
He slapped her face once. "Say it, Rogue."
"Ah'll obey Magneto!" she vowed, practically sobbing it out in gasps as his thrusts were just…were so close. He could feel it in her, how near the edge she was.
He had her now.
"Good girl," he said. "That's it, come for me, come for daddy," he ordered
"Daddy!" she screamed out, her body flushing red as she came in a spasming rush around his cock..
"Good girl," he said before leaning down and kissing her, as he gently rocked inside of her. She whimpered against his mouth. "Such a good girl," he repeated as he leaned back up. "You will be rewarded," he promised as he pumped into her in full force, fucking her relentlessly. Her shouts continued, screams more like and he relished each and every one of them. Enjoying the power her sweet obedience allowed him to wield. He took her hands by the wrists, pinning them in one gripped fist, the other threading through her hair.
"Yes, daddy," she cried. "Yes, Magneto," she said. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she cried.
"Until you find a telepath who can reverse Charles' violations, tell no one you've found my brother. Find them. Seek out Mastermind," he said, as he buried his cock deep inside of her. "Seek out Mystique," he said, repeating the process, pulling out and then thrusting all the way back in. "Seek out Forge. Seek out Sabertooth," he said before pulling out of her. He released her hands and head, and tugged at her hips, flipping her over with ease.
He barely allowed her to register that much before his hands gripped her hip with force enough to bruise, then taking her from behind. There was an indecent slapping sound that filled the room, as Magneto gritted out the next part of his commands.
"Tell them you have vital information and must be heard by them in the presence of a telepath. Do not share this information before those conditions are met. Caution, Marian, or else Charles will find and enslave you as well," he advised.
"Yes, Magneto, I will, I promise," she said, as he continued to fuck her before a long moan let her, the couch shaking as he drove into her.
Feeling himself getting close, he pulled out before he commanded, "Get on your knees."
She slid off the couch and knelt in front of him.
"Yes, daddy," she said.
"Open your mouth, like a good little girl," he ordered and she did, sticking her tongue out. Though he hadn't asked her too, it was exactly what he wanted as he stroked his cock, the tip rubbing against her cheeks and tongue. He soon came, cumming all over her face.
"Thank you, daddy," she said, licking her lips, her fingers collecting his seed before she licked them clean. "I loved my treat," she said before she leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock clean as well.
"Are you still hungry, Marian?" he asked.
"No, daddy. I serve Magneto and he needs me," she answered before lowering her head, bowing before him. "I have work to do," she said.
"Yes. You. Do," he said, gratified.
A short while later, Marian had exited the bathroom after her second shower and Magneto was sitting on the couch, watching the morning news. Charles had left New York to start his world tour promoting his book. The girl had discovered him at an ideal time.
'Lucky indeed,' he thought as he stood at his table, a short glass filled with scotch in his hand.
"Sir?" she asked as he took a sip. "Are you sure you don't wanna come with me?" she asked.
"I wish I could," he said wistfully. "But necessity dictates caution," he said, pointing at the notepad he had placed next to him.
The girl sauntered over and glanced down at it, her nose scrunching up with befuddlement as she read his note: "Don't forget to buy tickets for Charles Xavier's Lecture in New York."
"Charles is out of the country but he'll be back. He's spoken to me before and he will again," he explained further. "I'm counting on you, Marian," he said, which was met with a nod from the girl. "And for now, at least, I need to forget this conversation and all we've discussed," he declared.
"Do ya need me to do anything, sir?" she asked.
"No, I'll manage it on my own," he said, before taking another sip of his scotch. A drunken night at home would explain away the headache he was bound to get as a result of his short-lived freedom. He offered his glass to the girl and she took it from him, before taking the absolute smallest sip she could, a sour look on her face. He chuckled at that before taking it back for himself, the amused expression leaving his face at his mind focused back on the task at hand. "I knew Charles's telepathy was too proficient for our temporary tinkering. But this," he said, picking up the notebook, "should convince him that this little plan of his is working," he said.
"Tickets to one of his lectures is gonna do all that?" she asked.
"Charles is an egoistical prat. He'll buy into it because he wants to," he said before he downed the rest of his drink. "The alternative is he'll read my mind, discover our plan and put a stop to it," he said as Marian's eyes widened. "He'll control you as he's controlling me," he cautioned.
"We ain't letting that happen," she said.
"No, we're not," he said firmly. "Now, take the cash I have in my wallet and go," he said, gesturing toward the table. "Do not return to New York without a telepath who is loyal to the Brotherhood. Do you understand, Marian?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she said and bowed her head, the other titles hanging in the air unsaid. But they both knew.