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I
know she will be back soon.  In the meantime, I need to get dressed.  I magic a
pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.  My favorite ensemble.  When Xandra comes
into the room, she stops and lets her eyes rove over me.  Perhaps this is her
favorite ensemble, as well. 
    After a moment of pure
sexual tension, she walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist.  I
hold her close, ignoring to the fact that her freshly showered, cold wet hair
is soaking my t-shirt.  A small price to pay to have her in my arms.
    As much as I would like to
stay like this, okay, as much as I would like to lift her up and carry her back
to bed, I know that our precious alone time needs to come to an end.  I kiss
the top of her head and step back. 
    “I guess we have to get back
out there, huh?”  The enthusiasm in her voice is very underwhelming. 
    “It would be wise.”
    She groans.  “Fine.  You
should kiss me first, though.  Then at least I’ll have something good to think
about.”
    She is the perfect
girlfriend.  I pull her back into my arms and kiss her, as requested.  A kiss
that is slow, deep and thorough.  It is even harder this time to pull away. 
But, I must.  “I believe it is time we spoke with your grandmother about who we
are up against.  Knowing their strengths will help us determine their
weaknesses.”
    She looks unsure again.  “I
hope so.” 
    When we walk back into the
kitchen, we encounter emotions so thick, I am afraid of drowning in it.  I am
not sure if I want to align myself with any of them other than Xandra.  Her
mother is the definition of miserable, her grandmother is about to have a
nervous breakdown, and her father wants to kill, well, his wife’s entire family
would be my guess.  Which makes them all so close to the edge, it would be easy
to tumble over with them.  Xandra’s little bouts of insecurity are nothing
compared to what these people are feeling.
    One thing Xandra is never
insecure about?  Ignoring people’s raw emotions and starting a new conversation. 
“What can you tell us about the Witan?”
    Relief washes over the
Angel’s face.  “Quite a bit.”
    “Great.”  Xandra sits down
at the table and her father vacates the chair he was pretending to sit in so
that I may sit down.  He moves to a corner of the room where he can plot the
Angel’s death in peace.
    In the meantime, the Angel
begins to tell us of the Witan.  “I’ll start with his Derwydd.  She’s the
King’s advisor, and when the King is not available, she acts as judge and jury
to Witches who have become too visible to the Cowans or have broken any other
magical law.”
    Xandra is offended yet again
by the use of the word Cowan.  It is simply a word; I do not understand the big
deal with it.  She rolls her eyes and says, “They’re humans, okay?  And until
last week, I thought I was one, too.  And my brother is half human.”
    Oh, please tell me that I
misheard her.  It has been obvious that her parents have intentionally not
mentioned her little brother.  The proof is on the Angel’s face.  “Brother?”  She
turns to her daughter.  “You have a son?”
    I shake my head as Xandra
tries to back pedal.  Unsuccessfully.  She really needs to learn how to keep
some of her thoughts in her head instead of letting them all jump out of her
mouth at will.  She gives up after a minute and simply asks her grandmother to
continue with her dissemination.  Which she does.
    “Maeva is your grandfather’s
Derwydd.  She is…intoxicating.” 
    Ah, I know what that means. 
“She is a seductress?”
    The Angels lips are pressed
together.  “Yes.”  She may claim to be indifferent to her husband, but she is
not.  Jealousy flairs in her eyes as she says that one simple word.
    “What’s a Seductress?” 
Xandra asks.
    I cannot resist teasing
her.  “She has the ability to seduce.  She can persuade others to do her
bidding by making it seem seductive.”
    Sarcasm drips from